The sunlight was definitely playing tricks on the young monk's eyes as he walked into the clearing. Gargoyles were usually ugly, misshapen beasts! No one ever carved them with breasts.<br/><br/>He shook his head at the fanciful thought and looked about the grounds of this strange building - unkept and unkempt, but there was something  drawing him inside for a respite from the hot sun...<br/><br/>The noise of the wings flapping was all the notice he had to jump back from this strange creature who landed before him. He brought up his walking staff defensively in both hands as his eyes took in the strange conglomeration of features, culminating in the mix of sexes and the enormous phallus nestled between equally massive breasts.<br/><br/>"I am no intruder!" he replied to the strange creature. "Just a lost traveller and one who wishes to be on his way and leave you in peace." the last being said as he took a step back from the beast as it's wings flapped once more, wafting the heady smell of sex and decay towards him.<br/><br/>