My grandfather, whose name I found out was Washington, was a tall stout man with emerald green eyes, short choppy amber hair, and a muscular build like my father and myself.
My maternal instinct was to make him pin cushion by drawing as many arrows that were in my quiver and shoot them one by one making all of them sink into his heart, but this was my grandfather we were talking about I couldn't just kill him. Could I?
About half way from were I was standing, he started laughing as my whole family circled around me as if I were some precious antique.
"You realize I'm just here to talk to my dear grandchildren." He said not flinching as a arrow whistled past his ear.
"I don't care why your here grandfather, all I care about is cutting you into a million pieces and feeding your remains to the wolves." Shianne said with an immense amount of description.
" Ah, young Shianne, you've got spunt for a bitch of a tammer. Oh Ivy, Oh Smith." He said hollering to the ceiling.
"Reinforcements, I thought the king of gargoyles would be smarter than that." Dax said with out warning, and made me flinch.
"The king of wh-." I managed to say before being cut of by two winged creatures smashing through the ceiling.
The two figures gracefully dropped to the floor, with their wings shielding them from the tiny fragments of glass. The girl in her human form was short, blonde haired, and rugged. The boy in his human form was a tall body builder with a crue cut, and different assortments of tattoos on his right arm wich barred scars from previous battles. Both girl and boy fierce in their stony forms.
The girl brandished a chain like weapon in her right hand. The boy, a axe lined with silver and steel.
Washington gave a comand and both gargoyles changed, and sprang forward. Ivy, the female gargoyle tried to slice of my head with her chain, but the attack was intercepted by Dax's spear. Both hunter and gargoyle were fiercely fighting each other. What was I supposed to do? I then started to search for my bow and found the ranged weapon at my side. Picking up the bow I arched my arm and grabbed a bolt from my quiver, notched it, aimed, and released all in a series of quick motions.
The arrow fell apon Smith's stone like wing distracting his attention towards Shianne, and focusing it on me. I grabbed another arrow and notched it this time aiming it towards his brute chest, letting the arrow go I thought to myself "This is who I am, a Beast Tammer."
