Welcome back, gang. We now continue this story that I find to be perfect to make my readers feel for the Evabon and not just make them seem like generic fan made characters. Also I introduce the idea of the evabon having their own language.
Trapped in Thundera
Gladius, his wife Kalaharia and their infant son Zantar had escaped the slave camp. To their surprise they found that it had hardly mattered at all. The slave camp was so close to Thundera that they were in danger. Any cats that saw them would probably attack them on sight. They were not safe.
Gladius and Kalaharia were both young, only about twenty years old. Gladius was an evabon with peach colored skin. Not an uncommon color not like gray, which according to the late Draba there had not been any grey skinned evabon in the lands of Thundera for nearly four hundred years. Gladius was at best a father who did not want his son, who was only a month old, to grow up to be a slave and thus he and his red skinned wife escaped. Evabon have their ways of escaping but this time it had been from old Draba's sacrifice that they had been able to escape.
The family had been trapped in Thundera it seemed. There was no way out for them. They wandered through the streets of Thundera, stones being thrown at them with Kalaharia shielding her child.
When nighttime came, their persecution ceased. They were able to wander through the maze that was the streets of Thundera unharmed.
A jaguar, a cleric came upon them. He seemed like he could be as old as the great hero Gard who was portrayed as a monster by non-evabon. Gladius raised his fists but lowered them once he realized the old jaguar meant them no harm.
"No need to fear Jaga." Gladius starred at Jaga. He knew only a little of this strange language. The language of the evabon was vanishing. The longer the slave camp existed the less evabon knew their own language. "What are your names?"
"Names?" Gladius said the word slowly. It was a word he had never heard in the slave camp. Jaga understood. The adults were not like Gard whom he had met and protected from Claudus. Gard could speak the 'trade language' as he called it easily. These two probably weren't able to speak it as easily. In his many years of life, Jaga had learned the Evabon language and could speak it fluently, an accomplishment that not many cats can claim. He spoke to them in their language, explaining that he could give them shelter.
Gladius and Kalaharia spoke to one another. They discussed whether or not Jaga could be trusted. Jaga himself in earshot took no offence to that. It was obvious to him that these evabon came from the slave camp and trusting a cat would be hard for them to decide. Ultimately it was the hungry cries of little Zantar that made them agree to go with Jaga.