[After Xanatos' fifth thousand evil plot.]
ELISA: I just want to talk to him.
GOLIATH: What are you doing?!
ELISA: I just want to talk to him.
GOLIATH: Why do you have a shotgun!?
ELISA: I just want to talk to him.
Brünnich’s guillemot Colony
Okay, okay, one of my Golisa babies ocs ends up getting a furby from their McDonald's meal and Goliath ends up trying to throw it away, because he could've sworn the thing's eyes moved last night.
"Mommy! Daddy's throwing my furby away!"
"Goliath, what the hell!?"
"I'm sorry, Elisa, it must be done. It's evil"
"Milk"
Summary: Milk is a symbol of fertility, once thought of as the food of the gods and a nurturer, the lifeblood and lifeline that connects mother to child. And child to mother.
Warnings!: References to Miscarriage/Stillbirth/Unplanned Pregnancy/References to Birth
Chapter One: The First Nights
Canon-Divergence/Canon-Complaint/Post-Canon/Non-linear Narrative
Reality is stranger than fiction, they say, and he was inclined to agree. Life was indeed filled with one oddity after another.
He remembers a story from his youth.
A story, that was ancient he was told, passed from the old to young about a Clan Leader of their own who had taken a human as a mate.
They had a child-who they called, the meaning of an end in the old language. Someone who should never have been-
An abomination-
The child was cursed. And because of it, she cursed the land. Cursed her clan that lamented her existence, cursed the humans who condemned her, and cursed her parents who had birthed her into a world that knew only hate and fear.
They called her- Hillevi.
Goliath never took the story seriously; he knew the ploy by then. The line drawn in the sand, humans stayed on one side and they stayed on the other, they were never supposed to cross it.
Well, he had never been one for superstitions.
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Everyone's always talking about Elisa "monster fucker" Maza, but no one ever talks about Goliath being labeled by the gargoyle community, as the dirty human fucker.