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The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Series Trigger Warnings:
* Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover
* Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man
* Furry Yaoi
* Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.
* Transman Mpreg
Not all things appear in all stories.
Series Heat Level:
* Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon
* Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange
* Novels: Orange, Lemon
Inner Fortitude
The snow fell heavy, thick, relentless.
It muffled the ruins, it blanketed the twisted skeletons of a world long dead, it swallowed the shattered cities whole.
And through the frozen, broken wasteland limped Quaraun, draped in pink silk and silver chains, a ghost among ghosts, a living thing clinging stubbornly to the remains of a murdered Earth.
The wind howled, the ice cracked, the comet-lit sky wept blue dust.
Still Quaraun walked.
He had no family now.
He had no homeland now.
He had no safe place, no warm hearth, no brother to stand beside, no sister to weep for him.
He had only himself.
And the two broken souls who called him Love and kept him breathing when he forgot how.
The world hated softness.
The world crushed kindness beneath its iron heel.
The world sneered at beauty and trampled it into ash.
Yet Quaraun remained beautiful.
Not the kind of beauty found in smooth skin or long limbs — no, no, no — but a beauty of spirit, of endurance, of the quiet, brittle ferocity it took to survive day after brutal, freezing day without hardening into cruelty.
He had learned long ago — learned the cruel way, the bloody way, the lonely way — that to be born with softness was not a gift.
It was a burden.
A curse.
A death sentence.
He had been born into a body the world despised, into a life the world would have snuffed out like a candle left unwatched.
A girl-child.
Unwanted.
Unvalued.
Unloved.
So he had become a boy.
He had wrapped himself in pink silk and dainty chains and made himself into something the world would look at and, if not accept, at least overlook.
Small.
Timid.
No threat to anyone.
Boom!
A sheet of ice split nearby, thunderous, jarring, snapping Quaraun’s thoughts into the present.
He tightened his grip on his cane and moved faster, hobbling across the slick ground, silver slippers slipping, chains tinkling, heart pounding.
He had learned to survive.
He had learned to grow stronger without losing his tenderness.
He had learned that his true power lay not in violence, not in cruelty, not in domination, but in the stubborn refusal to become like those who had hurt him.
His path wound through the frost-bitten ruins of what had once been a shining city, skyscrapers now leaning drunkenly into the mist, their glass skin shattered, their steel bones exposed.
Here and there, scavengers moved like shadows — starved, feral, desperate — but none dared approach him.
Not when the silver glow of his Rainbow Wand flickered in his hand.
Not when the glint of his golden prosthetic gloves caught the meagre light.
He was a legend.
He was a ghost story.
He was the Pink Necromancer, the Flamboyant Mage, the Weaver of Death and Silk.
And he was so very, very tired.
A muffled clang — clang — clang echoed ahead, the sound of GhoulSpawn fumbling through one of his bizarre scavenging projects.
BoomFuzzy’s voice, rough as gravel and warm as whisky, drifted through the cold like a song:
“Love! Where tha Hell ye gone tae?”
Quaraun smiled.
A small smile.
A smile so soft and so fleeting it could have been mistaken for the twitch of a dream.
He picked his way through the rubble, his delicate fingers brushing the icy stone, feeling its sorrow.
Feeling his own sorrow mirrored in the broken earth.
He did not wish for the life he had lost.
He did not pine for the love the world had never given him.
He did not crave empty dreams or foolish fantasies.
He had built his life with his own hands, scarred and trembling though they were.
He had made himself into something enduring.
Something beautiful.
Something real.
Love, he had learned, was not a thing to be found.
It was a thing to be made.
Grown.
Tended like the stubborn, frost-burned flowers he coaxed to bloom in cracked teacups on the windowsills of abandoned diners.
Quaraun pulled his silk robes tighter against the chill and trudged on, each step a declaration:
I am here.
I endure.
I live.
Not because the world had made space for him.
No.
But because he had carved a place for himself in the ice and the ash, and he would not be moved.
Above him, the Fractured Moon blinked through the clouds, her broken pieces catching the comet light and gleaming like jagged diamonds.
She was wounded.
She was bleeding light into the night.
And she was beautiful.
Just like him.
![]() King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn: Quaraun's husband, BoomFuzzy aka King Gwallmaiic, a Scottish Phooka, who is King of The UnSeelie Court. Quaraun is his court mage and advisor, as well as the only Elf in The UnSeelie Court. BoomFuzzy is a "classic fantasy type" Necromancer who uses sorcery to raise the dead. Being a Faerie he is also an illusionist and master of trickster magic. By profession, he is a Master Chef, owning the global monopoly on restaurants, taverns, pubs, and food trucks. Until his death, BoomFuzzy was regarded as the world's most powerful wizard. He is now a Lich. BoomFuzzy is also half-Human. His mother was a Mongolian/Chinese Human, which is why he wears distinctively Asian outfits, along with a great kilt worn as a cape. Known as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, he often takes the form of a purple Unicorn. BoomFuzzy's exact age is unknown, though he was well over two thousand years old at the time of his death, and Quaraun resurrected him as a Lich around 500+ years ago, making him close to 3,000 years old. In his BlackBird form he is fifteen thousand years old. Art by Wendy Christine Allen ![]() |
![]() Quaraun the Insane aka The Pink Necromancer: The F2M transgender Persian Moon Elf main character: The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun The Insane, with BoomFuzzy the Unicorn. F2M for those unaware = Quaraun was biologically born female, but transitioned to live as a male; this is why there are stories where Quaraun is sometimes pregnant, in spite of being male and using he/him male pronouns. Quaraun is a Necromancer by the actual dictionary definition of the word, meaning he is a psychic medium who sees and hears ghosts, and uses tarot, spirit boards, and seances to communicate with the dead. By profession he is a silk weaver/tailor/silk merchant. Quaraun is an Elder God JellyFish who takes the form of an Elf to blend in with society. His 12 foot long hair is made out of venomous, stinging jellyfish tentacles. Quaraun is BoomFuzzy's apprentice and regarded as the world's most powerful still living wizard. Quaraun's exact age is unknown, but he is somewhere around 750 years old. In his SunTa form he is twelve thousand years old. The Scared Pink JellyFish that lives in him, is stated to being over two million years old. Art by Wendy Christine Allen ![]() |
Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post
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Main characters: The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun (A Moon Elf) and his husband King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, Lich King of Fire Mountain (A Phooka/Faerie).
BoomFuzzy is King of The UnSeelie Court;
Quaraun is his Court Mage;
GhoulSpawn (not pictured) is Quaraun’s apprentice.
They are the world’s three most evil super villains, though they do not see themselves as evil. They own the world’s only functioning BioDome and thus hold the world’s monopoly on crops, food, livestock, and fabric, holding the Human population at their sadistic mercy.
These stories are told from their point of view.
— — Art by Wendy Christine Allen
Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here
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You can find even more Quaraun novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems and drabbles at these locations:
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There are now over two thousand stories in this series, on Medium, here are lists of some of them sorted by categories:
40th Century Dystopian — Maine | Bare Feet | BioDomes | Clam Digging | Cozy Romantasy | Culinary Cozy | Cursed Magic Items | Dark Fantasy | Elves & Faeries & Demons & Shifters & MerMen | Fishing | Food Truck Tales | Furry Yaoi (often featuring MPreg) | Ghost Stories | The GodForsaken City | Gothic Literature | Graveyards | Gypsy Main Characters | Harvesting, Gathering, Scavenging | Haunted Houses | Hippy Crafts | Horror | Living in a Lighthouse | Married Gay Couple | Merchants | Nautical Fiction | Noodle Beach | Off Grid Survivalist Preppers | Paranoia | Planet Diona | Poems | Poly Gay Romance | Random Encounters | RiverBoat Gypsies Life | The Rose Garden | Singing Sea Slugs | Shoes | Silent Moor | Sleep Stories | Slice of Life | Stormy Weather | Tavern Encounters | Thieves | TransMan Character | Travelling Gypsies | UnDead Lobsters | The UnSeelie Court | Vardo Dwelling | Yurt Glamping | Zombie Apocalypse | Zombies
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