The human children kept knocking on his door.
Some knocked and ran away, others waited to ask about his horns, pull on his tail, or even invite themselves inside for a chat and some biscuits.
None of this was acceptable.
He was a gargoyle, for crying out loud.
He was supposed to be formidable.
His first plan of action was to get a formidable-looking door knocker. Something scary, with nasty antlers and a pair of hollow eyes to boot.
That didn’t work. It just brought more children to his door, and now they were all asking why he wasn’t as scary as his door knocker.
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