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“I love to laugh and to live most! I especially love to make other people laugh! I am lucky I have such a great smile too I know.” He laughed and showed his teeth. “But really life is too serious especially on the streets of Silvermoon among all those snooty elves! I will never be what they want me to be!” He shook his head as he slipped inside the nearest store nearby sliding fingers along the garments on the shelves. “I -love- vanilla chocolate! I love to sing and to dance! I love to watch plays and listen to music but also... I LOVE hats the most!” He said reaching out for one on the shelf and attempting to twirl it about and place it on his head and failing miserably. He hunched over laughing at himself as he set the hat back onto the shelf. “See... I told you I love to laugh the most. Might even make you laugh one day too.” He said with a cheeky playful wink.  

How should I put this HELL YES !! doesn't everyone? @ask-theother-charlieaboutit I'm right aren't I charlie? that ship sailed a long time ago. @askdeanaboutit @askcastielaboutit

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.”

The clash of weapons against wood, the splintering of the carriage they sat within as an axe blade pierced though it. The screams of the other mother and child across from him.

“You make me happy, when skies are grey.”

The entire carriage rocked, The sounds of horses baying in fear and men screaming as they were silenced with the sharp edge of an axe. The door was yanked open, shattering as it was pulled from its hinges. The shadows of giant orange skinned beings entering. The terrified screams of the other woman and child. Silenced. The thud of something heavy and wet. The feel of something hot on his face falling down his skin.

“Aaaaaugh!!”

A blade too small, too short finding the thick muscled neck of a giant. A giant who’s revolting teeth grinned and deep booming voice laughed with delight. The sight of a woman with no distinguishable face, only shadows and ghostly features forced to her knees by a harsh heavy blow. Crimson trickling down her face, a kind loving smile filling what seemed like lips.

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.”

The tears of cloth, the wet crude sound of a blade sliding across someone’s skin. The hot crimson rush of bloody entrails spilling into his lap. The weight of a limp body now pinning him to the floor.  A familiar wet blood soaked hand reaching for his. He can almost see her face, almost make out the detail.

“Please don’t… take… my sun… shine…. away……”

A harsh pain suddenly in the back of his head, as it all goes black.

A sudden frantic breath, the widening of his eyes and the base of his heartbeat beating in his ears. A hand quickly reaching up and shakily running down the length of the scar behind his head. Ah yes, this dream. And as always, he still can’t remember the face. As he sat there in a daze, he slowly laid back in bed as he closed his eyes humming a familiar toon.

Rocks was a young coyote, but when Faolan had found him he was a mere pup. The odd young human who hardly ever spoke hadn’t even thought twice about bringing him home. The Tauren villagers had thought it mostly cute when he came walking into camp with the dirty filthy pup dangling from his arms, patient and without struggle. It’d been seven months since then and Rocks was well on his way to being the size of an adult yote.

Many nights the villagers were graced with the not so pleasant call of Faolan and Rocks howling at the moon as other surrounding coyotes answered their call in return. It had even earned him the name Yote by a select few.

On this particular day, Rocks had wondered off from the village. Thus left a young boy calling out for him as he checked all over camp hours on end trying to find him. He was rather sad when he laid down that night to an empty bed. Rocks had been his cuddle companion every night.

The call of nature affected all wild animals no matter how tamed. When mating season came, his nose lead him off, but because he had been so tame he knew no fear of approaching strangers along the road. It just so happened these strangers treated Rocks the same way they treated all vermin in their eyes. Target practice.

Little Faolan spent weeks sitting atop their favorite boulder howling at the moon, hopeful that one day Rocks would return to him.