So it was solidified then. Perhaps it was all for the best. He couldn't meander in the bar and on the border for now. Even if every day passed without his clan or a fellow member of his kind made Zander feel more alone and empty.
He snorted lightly, "Seems like you get to have pick of whatever you'd like." Which he supposed made sense if you were in the water. Gargoyles didn't technically have any 'mating' rituals but they were monogamous creatures. That had been the least of Zander's worries at that. There were other pressing things.
"I've never met other creatures beyond dark spirits or evil beings. And to think, here we all are congrigating---hiding, in this city."