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Religion and Epithets
Gard, Bengali and Davaak
Language can come difficult to some individuals. Having known a single language their entire life, the learning of a new one can be a struggle worthy of climbing the tallest mountain and yet Davaak was learning the trade language quickly. While Gard the Evabon and Bengali the Cat both aided their Labinnac friend in the learning of this language, Davaak returned the favour by teaching them some of his language.
A day away from the ThunderCats, the three sat in rest while Davaak stared up at the sun, his arms outstretched as he said: "Before the coming of Mumm-Ra, whom my people worship as the Devilry Lord, our god was the god who is born every morning and dies every night! He is life, death and rebirth! He is the light that the Devilry Lord hides in fear from! He is Atonu and one day all Labinnac shall worship him once more, free of Mumm-Ra's corruption!"
Gard and Bengali both listened, the old, half-blind, grey-skinned Evabon staring with a stoic expression while the young white tiger stared in awe. The Evabon did not have gods, they had spirits, though on a technicality, they were indeed gods, but the Evabon were insistent that they did not worship deities. He thought of the Father, the Mother, the Storm and then did Gard look up at the Sun, another spirit, another god.
Bengali asked: "What other gods did your people have before the coming of Mumm-Ra, Davaak?"
Looking down at the dirt upon which he and his companions set, the Old Labinnac said: "We have ever only had need for a single deity. You cats and Evabon have always have need of many, but one has always been enough for us."
Brigid
In Wilusa, Brigid did in secret what her patriarch Zuvowang had forbidden: she danced. In the ruins of the oldest portion of Wilusa, built forty-five hundred years prior. Long ago it had been either sacked or destroyed. Eight times had Wilusa either been sacked and destroyed and every time the city had been rebuilt upon the ruins.
Her mind thinking back to when she had recently been in Gnozzuz, the little Evabon girl thought of her brief time as a thag dancer. For a little while, she had been someone special.
Holding her hands to her chest, Brigid sighed as she stared at the mock thag she had made. A horned helmet and a rug upon a large stone made for a poor imitation, there was no neck to move as an actual thag would to shake off someone who had leapt and grabbed them by the horns. The most Brigid could do was somersault over it.
Walking away from her mock thag, Brigid picked up her skirt and reattached it to the lower half of her green attire. It was not that different from WilyKit's, albeit the skirt completely covered the bottom half and was detachable and the upper half completely lacked sleeves of any kind. Had she not feared the skirt getting caught upon the horns of the helmet, she never would have detached it.
WilyKit… What was her dear friend Kit up to, she wondered? Truly it must have been something fantastic!
Sighing once more, she thought of her fellow Evabon. Gard the Deportee, Zuvowang the Champion, Dalv the Destroyer, even those on Mumm-Ra's side had been given epithets such as Donalbain the Beast, Orsino the Buccaneer and Jaques the Wayfarer, some of which she didn't understand, but she was sure they made sense given an explanation. It was always the men and the boys getting the epithets, but never the women or the girls!
