🌘 | how high the moon.

Hmm. I am not often asked to describe myself by those who are... genuinely curious about our history. And since this does not feel like an interrogation, perhaps I can oblige.

My kind has no names, but you humans call me "Goliath". I am the leader of the Manhattan Clan, and together, we are remnants of the once-thriving Wyvern Clan. A thousand years ago, we lived in a world that understood our purpose. It was the age of gargoyles. Ten centuries later, we awoke to a world bent on our destruction. Somehow, we never lost hope. We continue to help in the moonlit hours despite humanity’s uncertainty – it is our nature as gargoyles. Our purpose.

This modern world is significantly different from the one we populated in our time, but at its core, the roots are still the same. It’s everything else which has changed. Even the humans.

Our allies amongst the humans are scarce, but a constant in our lives is Elisa Maza; a protector to the people of Manhattan, and to us. She is the protector of the protectors, and a trusted friend to our clan.

...Do not read into that. It is complicated. Everything about us is complicated.

When we awaken from our slumber come nightfall, our top priority is ensuring our territory is kept safe from harm by those with ill intent, whether they be human or... like us.