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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
Open Grave
🌸{A Pink Necromancer Prosimetrum Story Poem} 🦄🌸
A thick fog hung heavy in the air as Quaraun wandered through the mist-shrouded graveyard, his steps slow and deliberate, the wet grass squelching under his feet. The ancient tombstones leaned at odd angles, some cracked, others barely legible with age.
The world around him was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant cry of a bird.
As he walked, Quaraun’s gaze caught something unusual ahead — a gaping hole in the earth, an open grave.
Quaraun stopped and stared at the disturbed soil. The grave was fresh, the dirt piled beside it, but there was no sign of who or what had dug it.
No tools, no shovels, just an open pit in the middle of the forgotten cemetery.
Quaraun’s mind raced with possibilities, but none of them satisfied his curiosity. He wondered if something had crawled out or if someone had stolen the corpse. The mystery of the grave filled him with a strange unease, and he felt compelled to capture the moment.
He found a fallen tombstone, its epitaph worn away by time, and sat down. Pulling out a small notebook and a piece of charcoal, he began to write, his delicate gold-plated fingers moving with careful precision.
As he wrote, the fog grew thicker, the world around him fading away until only the grave and his thoughts remained.
“In the quiet of the grave, I sit alone,
Wondering why the earth has been undone.
A soul disturbed, its rest denied,
By hands unknown, in shadows they hide.
The dirt displaced, a coffin’s fate,
Left open wide, an empty slate.
Who has done this, and for what gain?
A mystery deep, in death’s dark domain.
I sit and ponder the silent pain,
Of a grave unsealed, in the cold night’s rain.
The dead are restless, their peace betrayed,
By the open grave where their body once laid.”
Quaraun sighed as he finished the last line, lost in the melancholy thoughts that the grave had stirred within him. He did not notice the figure approaching through the mist until it was too late.
“What ya doing?” BoomFuzzy’s voice cut through the silence, startling Quaraun so badly that he jerked backward, losing his balance.
Before he could catch himself, he tumbled off the tombstone and fell into the open grave. The world spun, and then he landed in the cold, damp earth, his silk robes now smeared with dirt.
Quaraun gasped, his heart pounding in his chest as the walls of the grave closed in around him. For a moment, all he could think about was the suffocating fear of being buried alive, trapped beneath the weight of the world. His hand shook as he held the notebook, and in the dim light, he began to recite another poem, this one born of the terror he now felt.
“In the earth, I find my tomb,
A place where shadows meet their doom.
The world above, so far away,
As I lie trapped in cold decay.
The dirt it clings, the darkness binds,
In this grave, I lose my mind.
Am I alive, or left behind?”
Quaraun finished speaking and stared up at the edge of the grave, where BoomFuzzy’s face appeared, peering down at him with a mix of amusement and concern.
“Does ya want help out, or are ye gonna to stay down there writing poetry all night?” BoomFuzzy asked, his Scottish brogue thick with laughter.
Before Quaraun could respond, GhoulSpawn arrived, his tall figure looming in the fog. Seeing BoomFuzzy staring into the grave, GhoulSpawn hurried over, curiosity in his wide yellow pleco eyes.
“What’s Quaraun doing down there?” GhoulSpawn asked, peering into the hole.
“Him did found a new place to write poetry,” BoomFuzzy replied with a grin.
“I did not! He pushed me!” Quaraun snapped, glaring up at the Phooka, but there was no real anger in his voice, only a mix of embarrassment and lingering fear.
GhoulSpawn extended a hand, and with some effort, he and BoomFuzzy managed to pull Quaraun out of the grave. Quaraun brushed the dirt from his pink silk robes, muttering under his breath about being more careful in the future.
Together, the three of them left the graveyard, the fog slowly dissipating as they walked away from the ancient tombstones. Quaraun, still shaken, recited a final poem, this one softer, filled with a longing for the warmth and safety of home.
“Through the mist, we walk as one,
Leaving behind the grave, the stone.
Our footsteps fade, the night is long,
But in our hearts, we carry song.
For home awaits, where we belong.”
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