Gargoyles Companion…

Gil the Gargoyle.. Gil sat on the garden wall and sighed heavily. His mind full of memories of times gone by, so many years had passed since he had first awoken high on the Church roof. So much change his eyes had witnessed, and so lonely his life had been.  True he had been free, unlike his fellow Gargoyles, somehow he had been granted the boon of life and was able to experience the wonders of the World  from Dusk ‘til dawn, when he changed back into the Marbled Stone Gargoyle human eyes could then see.  He had so much to be thankful for, but there was something missing, he could feel a need in himself, a growing awareness that other than his new friends the crows, and most of all Russell, (the Crow King who had given him his tattoo and his lifelong membership of the Crow Clan)  he spoke to no-one and he was lonely.  He could feel the bond between Russell and his subjects and more so between Russell and his mate.  Gil wanted, nay, longed for a friend, someone who could be called soul mate. A heavy sigh erupted again, and this time his breath caught a nearby leaf and it transformed into marble and broke away from the twig it had been attached to and fell heavily to the ground. “Hey, watch it” said a high pitched and unfamiliar voice “be careful what you’re throwing around, you could have knocked me out with that missile” … and Gil was so startled he nearly fell off his perch on the wall, opened his wings quickly and flew high protectively.  How had he not heard anyone nearby? It was dangerous to be seen and he had been so careless night dreaming  with such sorrowful thoughts.     “Where are you going?” the voice went on “not content with almost braining me, you now leave before checking I’m alright?” … Gil was amazed, at the cheekiness of the words as well as the tone used. Laughter?  He hadn’t talked, laughed or been amused by anything for simply ages, so then why was he leaving?  He flew back to his favourite perch and queried “Where are you?  Show yourself”  and suddenly out from the shadow of the tree stepped a female form, he couldn’t quite make out her features but she didn’t look gargoylish, which was such a relief, ‘some look positively grotesque’ he thought quite forgetting his own face wasn’t exactly handsome. ‘Who and what are you?’ he thought to add to his previous question.  “So many questions and we’ve not even exchanged names” said the female voice, quite throatily and to his mind, provocatively.

Fortuna

The moon suddenly showed its silvery face, coming out from behind a bank of clouds and there before him stood the most beautiful moonlight draped creature he’d ever set eyes on. “I’m dreaming” he thought sadly “I’ve fallen asleep and my mind has conjoured up this vision for me”    His poor Gargoyle eyes watered slightly making his vision blur and he lost sight of the beautiful temptress.  He looked this way and that in sheer panic, then hurriedly flew down to the trees root base, hoping against hope that she was still there.  “Hold on, whatever your name is” as she backed away slightly “I’ve been watching you for a few nights now and although you look harmless I need to be sure” and she finally stood her ground a few feet away.  She was so lovely to his time-tired eyes, she was perfection and she smelled of the flowers of spring. Such a powerful aroma which seemed to hold him in it’s thrall as he shook his head in an effort to clear his thoughts. “Oh damn and blast it” she muttered almost to herself“ I forgot about my fathers protection spell” She made a few movements with her perfectly formed arms, waved her delicate fingers and suddenly his mind cleared as if emerging from a fog.  She was ok, was his next thought,  but not the beauty which had stood there a few seconds before, a beauty which had made him want to protect her with his life.  “My fathers Shield spell gives me an aura, you felt the need to protect and serve, therefore not harm a hair on my head” she explained more fully.  Which made Gil stare at her Blonde mass of curls, shining in the light fingered touch of the moons silvery caress. His arm lifted of it’s own accord and she backed a few steps, warily watching his face, but then as if seeing something to calm her in his craggy but honest features,  she stood still and let his fingers run through her tresses. “Silken” he thought “pure silken strands of gold”  she blushed and dropped her eyes to the ground, making him suddenly realise that he’d spoken aloud.  His hand fell suddenly and he apologised “I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over me”  and she laughed, a light trill of gaiety which touched at his heart, and then wound itself round and round, then tugged sharply, making him take a deep breath which he held for as long as he could.

Fortuna

For he was smitten all over again, only this time it had nothing to do with magic. She was beautiful, how had he thought otherwise?  “Are you feeling ok?” she queried, sounding worried,  “You’ve gone paler than I’ve ever seen you” and he shook his head slowly, “No, I’m fine really” he tried to reassure her, “It’s just a shock to find someone nearby and be able to talk to at last”  She smiled happily and agreed “I know, my father warned me not to come into this part of the garden, but I’ve been watching you, looking so sad with your thoughts, but when you fly you are transformed into something otherworldly”  This comment had his heart beating madly, almost fighting to leave his chest. ‘She had been watching him and wasn’t frightened at all by his appearance?’ This made him feel so happy that he smiled back, totally unaware that it was like a terrible grimace of pain, but she read his lovely eyes and knew it for the smile it was.  “My name is Fortuna, and I am a Dryad, my father, Ithamar,  is head of my Gold Dryad Circle,  and I was named for my Mother, Fortunae. My Circle is ancient and many and nearby is my Tree Glade.”  When she had finally finished speaking she stayed utterly silent and waited.  He  realised he had to make a response “My name is Gil, “ he almost growled in his embarrassment “I am of the Gargoyle clan, Marble cast of Guild Master Fame. I have no father or mother but I was granted night-time life somehow. I was tied to my place of origin far away on a church roof, but am now Plinth Bound here in this garden of Solace.”  She seemed pleased with his response and stepped forward to kiss his cheek, and he responded ever so gently by caressing her cheek with his rough fingers.  “We are now friends “ she said, “my fathers spell is henceforth  unnecessary, and you may see me as I am”  He smiled at her gently and replied “Fortuna, I have seen you as you are for some time now and you are so utterly  beautiful”  She laughed and hugged him, actually hugged him and his heart was from that moment bound to her in unbreakable silken chains.  “Fly with me?” he asked her, and she readily   jumped into his arms as they flew, soaring high into the night sky,  lovely laughter echoing behind them, making the startled Crows scatter and fly high too. Their friend needed no watching protection tonight,  he was busy,  as he had found a mate and maybe they would be nest building soon. They cawed loud and long, telling their tale and it was picked up by the Crow Clan, they were happy for their friend.  Life was so, so good.

LadyP © 2011

 

 

 

42 responses to “Gargoyles Companion…

  1. Schöner Blog lasse mal ganz liebe Grüsse hier und wünsche einen schönen Tag lieber Gruss Gislinde. http://giselzitrone.wordpress.com

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  2. Beautiful Pen!🙂

    I’m having problems leaving comments – couldn’t make them stick on Tink’s blog for some reason, so fingers crossed!!!🙂

    Love and hugs!

    Prenin.

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  3. Hi Pen!🙂

    Thanks for the visit and comment!🙂

    Doug is a coward and a bully, which is the worst combination you can get and because I didn’t black his eye his insults and behaviour have gotten far worse.

    Now he’s and ‘ex’ friend he’s avoiding me…

    Sorry about your brother, Migraines are horrible things, but thankfully I just get bad headaches which ease after a while and respond to painkillers.

    Ooh what I’d like to do to that damned hacker…😦

    God Bless sweety!!!

    Prenin.

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    • always a please to drop by and catch up with your day Sir Prenin, … never mind Doug avoiding you I think he’s best avoided from your standpoint methinks, … hugs to you.. xx
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  4. Gil and I have much to compare,
    Although he’s one up with his lady fair,
    He’s off and flying somewhere above,
    He’s preoccupied with his new found love,
    He’s almost forgotten his friends the crows,
    While he carries his lady where the wind blows,
    His loneliness is over, at least for awhile,
    He’s found what he wanted, now he can smile.

    I hope Gil’s reality is better than my fantasy. Dream on, Gil.
    Thank you, Lady P, for another trip into your other world.

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    • I think Gil will be ‘busy’ for some time to come Dan, but I hope he won’t forget his close friends who look out for him. … Lovely poem my friend, and pleased you enjoyed the visit to Gils world. .. xx
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  5. Sweet story … lucky Gil … good thing that my gargoyle Bubula doesn’t know anything about this … Soft purrrs to everyone, Love, cat.

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    • my thanks Cat, glad you enjoyed reading the tale, it seems once started I couldn’t stop..😉 … He’s a great character to write for… warm regards to Bubula, and purrs to you my lovely friend. xx
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  6. A nice journey into Gil’s magical realm once again, Pen, and nice to be introduced to the Dryads – I’ve never met them before! I hope that Gil and Fortuna have many stories to tell!

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    • I hope so too, Sir Aquatom, … this visit went on rather longer than intended,but it seems once started I became so wrapped up in the happy meeting between the two that I couldn’t stop writing. 😉 … Pleased you enjoyed your visit to their world.. xx
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  7. great mystical story pen loved it i have a gargoyle on my shed roof i think il call him gil xxjen

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  8. Great story, you’re good

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  9. Wonderful fantasy Pen. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

    xoxo

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  10. I will be back to read this in the morning Lady Pen
    and in the meantime just sink under the duvet and
    dream of your Desert Island, JD and… Well whatever
    else you wish for my wickedly great friend…

    Be good now

    Androgoth XXx

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    • oh I have my dreams of JD to keep me occupied most nights Andro, 😀
      and I do so try, to be good I mean, but now again my determination slips somewhat. … I hope you enjoy the storyline my Dark Friend. xx
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  11. oh! the return of Gil and finding love! lovely as always to get caught up with Gil and his beautiful story, thanks Pen!

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  12. Some lovely fantasy writing here Lady P, I can never find the time to write anything these days….

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    • It’s taken me a while to put ‘pen’ to paper Lady Jude, once started I find it hard to stop. but as soon as I take a breather I find it takes a while to pick up the incentive again. … I look forward to your next update my lovely friend. xx
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  13. Gargoyles are fascinating, and clearly inspirational for you, Pen – love the dialogue, and this line – “but I was granted night-time life”

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    • I find Gil is a great subject to write about and wrap a storyline around, bb, so many facets to his nature… (I tend to forget he’s just sprung from my imagination) … So pleased you enjoyed the read my friend. xx
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  14. I came here from your name-link on John’s sonnet-blog, “Once”, where we seem to be the only commenters🙂

    You’ve entranced me with this story and I had to add your site to my Blogroll: http://nfaa.wordpress.com

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    • my thanks to you Alexander, I had noticed you on Once’s site, but hesitated to call round, mainly as your conversation seemed way, way over my head. … pleased I am to meet you…😀
      I’m also pleased you enjoyed the storyline, Gil is a favourite of mine., and thank you also for ‘adding’ me, much appreciated. x
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  15. Without a doubt this fairy-tale of yours is sheer excellence Lady Pen, indeed it really shouldn’t be added here on WordPress, instead it should be written to completion and forwarded to a good Publishing House where I believe it will be successful… I know that you take pleasure in writing and leaving it here for all of us to read and comment upon but you know, sometimes a story can be so good that it needs to be nurtured and kept to oneself, and I think that this is definitely one of those times…

    I hope that I have not offended you with my thoughts on this Lady Pen as that is certainly not my intention… Have a thrilling and magical rest of evening now Lady Pen and I will just finish off by saying how delightfully readable and incredibly interesting your story really is my great friend… Keep up the most excellent work…

    Androgoth XXx

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    • NO offense taken Andro, how could I be offended by such a great compliment.😀 … I see so many people on Blogging sites such as WordPress with talent in abundance, you for one, that I feel any approach to a Publisher would come to naught. I did try a year or so ago, but there seem so many rules and regulations, must be so many words, in such and such a font, and no emails must be manuscript… and so the list went on… so i just write when the mood takes me, and let loose my imagination. … ’tis almost like therapy…. Pleased you enjoyed the further adventures of Gil, I must admit he’s a firm favourite of mine, and he seems almost alive in my mind. I’d hate to loose that feeling by being tied to write to a deadline,…
      Have a wonderful Wednesday my dark and thoughtful friend. xx
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  16. You are such a great storyteller my friend,
    I am in agreement here with Androgoth…I believe a Publisher would be fortunate to read and publish your work. You have a gift and I feel fortunate you share it with us here. Often, I tell my family and friends of your wonderful stories and poems…because I want to share you.
    This is a way cool story ….I enjoyed this Gargoyle named Gil so much. I love he hangs with “The Crow Clan” and there is a “Russell Crow King” LOL
    Russell Crow is my King… (I bow to him)
    warm feathery,
    Rx

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    • and so we all must, Raven. (bow to Russell Crow I mean 😉 ) .Such lovely compliments, my feathery friend, made me feel all warm inside. All I can say is I’m so pleased you enjoy to read my stories and stuff, it means a lot, and I so like to share my ideas and what my imagination brings to life. Gil is lovely… See? he’s alive to me too.. 😀 have a great Thursday my lovely friend. xx
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  17. What a lovely story and images you have painted, here, Pen. I can go to bed with a lovely vision and a story to finish as I drift off to sleep. Thank you.

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  18. ♫ *´”)
    , ¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨) ♫ ♪
    (¸.•´ (¸.• ♫ ♪ Now that was a good take to read this morning!! Two thumbs up. Here’s hoping that you are able to slip into this ‘mood’ for writing more often. I found this to be a real treat and now… I am hoping and looking forward to more… more I say! You certainly have a way of bringing your characters to life with your clever creative imagination.

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    • thanks Seth, I’m really pleased you enjoyed the storyline of Gils latest adventure. and there should be more on the pipeline as he’s such a great character to write for. .. xx
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  19. “Some (gargoyles) look positively grotesque”, but Gil is beautiful in Fortuna’s eyes. The perfect pair of opposites – stone and airy silvery light. I’m so glad Gil has a friend and won’t be lonely any more!

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    • me too Monica, I’ve been meaning to do a follow up for quite a while, but sometimes I don’t feel the ‘pull’… tho’ once sat at a keyboard, with mind set and typing, the words just flow. I think Gil wanted me to give him a friend, someone he could call his own… and I think Fortuna will be good for him. I’m a bit like him sometimes. I get so wrapped up with what’s unimportant in this life, I forget to smile….Not good. not good at all.. .. xx
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      • No, Pen, I see you smiling and laughing a lot, my happy sometimes-sad friend.

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        • I try to see the good in every day and smile, Monica, but today was hard, today I patted a silky head of a lovely curly haired black and white Border Collie, and nearly burst into tears. ‘twould have shocked the poor owner, but I managed a twisted smile..and remembered my girls ever wanting to be adored.. xx

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