Welcome back! With this story I bring into creation Gard's elder brother Procyon, whom believe it or not is more or less what Gard was originally going to be until everyone felt compassion for him. So without further wait, I bring to you "Enter Procyon".
Gard walked along the dusty road. Throughout his head thoughts raced. He thought about when he parted from the ThunderCats and the road he was currently on.
His elder brother Procyon was a different person. He had a lust for blood and women with both unfortunately going hand in hand. All his life, Procyon had dreams of a "Master Race", believing that he was the one to bring that dream to life. Enslave the other races the other skin colors of his race create one "perfect" race, a race of gods.
Gods.
Gard seemed to live in a world of Gods and Monsters. Gard knew he was not a monster but he knew he was not a god either. What was he? A savage, was he more beast than man? That was how his race, the evabon, was treated.
Gard stopped thinking about those things when he saw a town in sight. He quickened his pace but then slowed down when he saw strange mockeries of his race. They were tall, about nine feet tall, with broad and powerful shoulders and skulls that were thick and blunt. Their eyes were small and black and their lower jaws were massive and bearing great tusks. There skin was gold. Gold was one of the many skin colors of the evabon as was peach, red, blue, black, brown, gray, green, white, pink, violet and even yellow.
They looked strange to Gard. There was no family resemblance between any of them so how was it that they all had golden skin? He watched as these gold skins all walked the town, threatening the non-evabon inhabitants. At the sight of this Gard walked into the town, his gray skin catching the attention of the gold skinned mockeries. One of them, a brutish fellow, walked towards Gard with an animalistic look in his eyes.
"Small gray skin!" rumbled the brute. Gard looked at the marauder with a lack of interest. The lack of interest caused this ogre-like evabon to become anger. "Who you?" Gard looked at the marauder with a hint of humor. This fellow wasn't that bright.
"I'm Gard." Stated the old savage matter of factly. "Now go run home to hide behind your mother!" The townspeople all looked at Gard, not knowing if he was telling the truth or not. The brute roared in anger.
"You think me dumb?" Gard's face was a serious one when that question was asked. He looked around and then looked back at the brute.
"I don't think anyone thinks you're a genius." Gard had a deadpan expression on his face. This very comment made the townspeople laugh. This further enraged the brute.
"You not master's brother!" This response caught Gard off guard. That alone was odd. "Me not know what do with people who say they master's brother. We leave and come back when we know what do!" The brute walked away, leaving the town, the rest of the gold skins leaving him. Gard watched as they left.
A world of Gods and Monsters, indeed.