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I rewatched my all-time favorite disney movie and realized that these two are basicly like my twin ocs. The pug is grumpy enough for Ranaman and that racoon as silly as Taz.

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Boyz...

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Broken Childhood

I want to apologize further because of the grammar. You might know, but I’m not a native speaker… :D So, if you find a mistake, tell me, please. 

I hope you’ll like it. 

       Ranaman, a troll from the Drakspear tribe just started his witch doctor training. He was young, just only nine years old, but his father had made him to start the training, even if he wasn’t old enough. Ranaman loves to learn new things, so he hadn’t resisted.

       He entered to the tent, where the tribe’s witch doctor usually is. His eyes were widely open as he looked around the place. There were bones, skulls, herbs and mixtures everywhere. He also smelled something tang, like rotten flesh. Ranaman regret going there, his mind told him to leave, but his legs took him farther.

The witch doctor was standing at a huge cauldron, stirring a steaming liquid with even more horrible smell that Ranaman never smelled before. The doctor wear only a harness and a light kilt, his head was half bald and one of his tusk was broken down.

Ranaman swallowed huge, and stepped next to his future trainer, but before he could say anything, the witch doctor stopped the stirring and looked to the young troll. His smile got wider and more insane. That made Ranaman to step back once.

“Ranaman!”  The witch doctor put down the wooden stick that he had been holding at knelt down to the young troll. “Ya be arrivin’ jus’ in time.”  He held a hand for Ranaman, who firstly hesitated, but after some seconds, he grabbed the doctor’s hand. The witch doctor, Zanky pulled Ranaman closer to himself and started studying the young troll’s body. “Ya be more young, dat I expected.”

“Is dat bad?” Ranaman shocked in fear, he kept his eyes close and breathed heavily.

“Nah!”  Zanky picked up Ranaman’s easy body and put down to a huge wooden table, next to his chipped herb pieces and small bones. He grabbed a knife and raised up, above his head. As Ranaman looked at it, his breathing stopped for a second. Zanky just played with Ranaman, he didn’t want to hurt him at all, no. He had bigger plans for him.

“Ya age be no problem, mon. The younger da better!”  Laughed up and thrown down the knife to the ground. “I see ya be afraid…” Ranaman nodded and tried to cover his chest by his arms. “Don’ worry! M’ nut gonna hurt ya, no.”  As he throw the knife down, he did the same with his soft, cloth kilt. “We jus’ gunna play.”  He laughed. Ranaman’s whole body was trembling. He jumped down from the table and tried to escape from the tent, slowly.

“I be tinkin’ ta come back another’ time, Zanky. M’ nut feelin’ well.” He hitched to his head and was stepping backwards to the tent’s entrance. Ranaman almost escaped from the nightmare, when Zanky ran to him and grabbed him by his arm. His gestures wasn’t angry, they were more insane like.

He laid back Ranaman to the table and tied his hands to a pole.

“What are ya gunna do wit’ me?” Ranaman’s eyes filled with tears, his heart was beating fast and he tried to escape from the rope’s strong clench. Zanky answered nothing just grabbed Ranaman’s leather kilt by the belt and pulled down while he kept laughing. He was about to make a horrible thing that could ruin the little troll’s soul forever, but Zanky didn’t care. He had no regrets, so he did it.

The World broke for Ranaman in one second. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breath. He was shocked, the pain was unbearable, yet, he was able to stood it. He lost his mind and fallen to a coma.

He didn’t know how long had he been unconscious when he woke up. His whole body was aching. As he opened his eyes, he saw that his hand wasn’t tied anymore. Ranaman looked around at the tent. Zanky was nowhere to be seen. He had the chance to move. Now, or never.

With a quick dash he ran out from the tent to the village’s center. He hadn’t watched where he was running and he ran up to someone. A young troll from his age. His long orange hair covered his face, but Ranaman recognized his twin brother immediately.

“Taz! Do ya have ya bow wit’ yaself?” He grabbed Tazdin by his shoulders. Ranaman confined them hard and so Taz hissed up.

“I do, jus’ like always.” From young age, even more young, Taz had been planning to be a shadow hunter when he grow up. He practiced hours with bow and tried to have great relationships with the loas. He was great at shooting, but he never got any sing from the spirits.

“Sometin’ wrong?” Looked Taz into his brother’s eyes which was full with pain and tiers.

“We need to get ta papa!” He trembled and almost couldn’t walk. Taz took Ranaman’s right arm to his shoulder and helped him walk back home. As they arrived, Ranaman hugged the young hunter and stepped away from him.

“Thank you!“ Ranaman walked to his father slowly while Taz went back to the jungle. His brother was in safe, he didn’t need to worry.

When Ranaman stepped to the wooden floor, a little green lizard clambered upon his legs to his shoulder. The small reptile calmed him down a little bit, but he was still trembling.

“Where be my papa, Tiki?” Ranaman scratched the lizard’s throat, while he kept moving to his father. As he found the old troll, he took Tiki down who ran away immediately. The reptile was afraid from the huge troll, so did Ranaman.

“Papa… “ started and approached the other troll.

“What dat be, son? Is anything ok?” He recognized the fear at Ranaman’s voice. The muscular troll turned to his son and looked into his eyes. Ranaman said nothing, just ran to his father and hugged him while he was crying.   “Ranaman? What is it? Did anyone hurt ya?” The young one was still speechless, he just only nodded.

“Who was it?”  The elder troll pulled his son away from himself, but he was still holding him by his arms. Ranaman didn’t answer for the question, but made a request.

“Let me stop da trainin’! I don’ wanna be a witch doctor. I don’ wanna se Zanky again!”

“But, son. Ya must be a witch doctor!”  

Ranaman stopped the crying. He mopped down the tiers by his robe and escaped from his father’s arms. The fear gone and hatred started bubbling up at him.

“I… mus’ be?” He blinked. He couldn’t believe his ears. ’’Bu’ I don’ wanna be. I wanna be… sometin’ else.”

’’NO!” The young troll blinked in fear as the elder one raised his voice. He had counted on it, he knew his father. “Ranaman, ya don’ understand. Ya brother is gunna be a powerful shadow hunte’, bu he needs ’elp. Help to communicate with da loas.”

’’ If so, why don’ ya send ’im to Zanky?”

The elder troll took a big breath and knelt down to Ranaman.

“I won’t send ’im to Zanky, because of what he had done to ya. I don’ wanna him to be hurt.” The elder troll admitted the truth. At the bottom of his heart, Ranaman knew that Taz was his favorite, but it was such a horror hearing it. Even worse. His father could kill him just to give Taz what he wants. The time slowed down for him, insane thoughts were at his mind and memories. Memories that proved that his father never cared about him.

“Ya knew dat Zanky’s gunna hurt me, and ya sent me ta him?” The tiers appeared again at Ranaman’s eyes. He didn’t wait for answer, he just ran out from the small wooden house, to the jungle, leaving his father behind. Tiki followed him, until he ran away, next to Taz.

“Hey, bro! Where are ya runnin’?” For his brother’s voice Ranaman stopped, but he couldn’t look at him. He was mad at Taz and mad at his father. He confined his hands to fist and started breathing angrily, like a beast.

“Don’ ever call me bro! I be not ya brother! I be noose’s son. I be no Darkspear.” 

Taz saw how Ranaman faded at the jungle as he ran deeper and deeper. The small reptile stood to his bear feet and watched the distance where Ranaman had gone. Tazdin sat down, putting his bow next to himself and buried his face to his hands. He never seen Ranaman like this before. Not with him.

       His brother, his best and only friend, the one who he could trust just left. And might never come back.

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Random stuff for this Mermay stuff. Firstly I didn't want to make any picture, but than I found it so fun to edit. wait on another mermay photo is on progress