Thread: Adventure Horizon~{KayLove&GrinningGentlman}

Athena's day went smoothly, well, as smooth as the inner day dreams of a gargoyle could get. She often dreamed of watching the sun set above the clouds, dancing in a ballroom like she had seen so many beautiful women do, or even laying in the midday sun and simply doing nothing. But even those faded after a while as she sat in the darkness of her own cavernous mind boring herself on the sunny day. Her mind-self seemed to be her, simply encased in a forever nothingness, she could walk for hours upon hours without moving her stone form in some desolate plane that was for her and her alone. Usually the gargoyle was very good at blocking out the sounds from around her form but the gentle male voice caught her off guard... As well as the foreign feel of a hand upon her cheek. 'He's... Talking to me?' She gave an arch of her brow and lowered herself into a sitting position, her legs stretched out and simply stoping her movements as if that would really help her listen better. 'I'm just made from better stone is all,' she replied, her words echoing around her. A hand moved to touch her horn in wish he touched, the highly intimate place one she had never allowed anyone to really touch other than her closest friends... All of whom were for the most part dead and gone, other than the young Kianna. His touch moving to her hand and his words soft. She approved of his wish to enter somehow knowing all would be fine for the stone temple behind her. Minutes turned into hours and Athena had gotten back to her dat dreams. This time simply wondering what kind of human would talk to a piece of stone like she had heard or perhaps she had simply imagined the whole thing... Over the years Athena had been forcefully moved, humans had attempted to break pieces off of her, chip away at her, anything they so desired during the day. So she had learned to simply ignore them and reseed further back into the recesses of her mind to ignore the intrusion upon her stone form. So when she heard the ruckus she knew to expect the worst as she curled into the dark oblivion and let her wings wrap around her body in a tight embrace of comfort. She forced herself to ignore the touch and block the sound. Only mentally peaking from the feathers of her wings at the roar of the familiar voice, but she still hid herself away up until she felt water wash over her and the male say he was done. A flower once again being placed upon her. 'Strange human...' She mused. Hours once again passed and the stone dried by the gentle winds and setting sun. Her own inner voice humming to herself. Gargoyles had rather beautiful voices, but only if you could get them to sing for you, that was the catch. Unlike the sirens of the sea they seemed rather shy about this fact. Like any other night the sunset made the gargoyle antsy to be free. But with the eventful day and the seemingly distant fire she could hear she shoved her impatient needs aside and waited until the sun had been down for an hour or we before the transformation started. Her hands, feet, and tips of her wings started first. Athena's rough rocky surface turning to smooth skin, stone wings to soft feathers, and hands gripping the slowly reverting leather hilt. Her transformation was utterly silent as she did not breath, nor did she have a heartbeat. Yet. But her sight returned to her and her head rose from its bowed state, only to see that the seemingly distant fire was anything but distant but rather at her front door. Panic set in and the natural instinct to flee kicked in but not before the need to breath did. She gave a sudden choke of a gasp and her wings a small flap to keep her balanced as she quickly stood, taking her sword and before the man could wake from his slumber she had disappeared into the temple. Two swift beats of her wings and she was perched atop one of the many large white columns. A hand going to her chest to touch the familiar stone... But to her horrified surprise she felt no chain, no necklace, and fierce panic started to pound through her veins.