Transman Quaraun (The Pink Necromancer) and his husband King Gwallmaic (aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn) King of The UnSeelie Court. Main characters of The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer series.
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Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻
11 min read·Apr 21, 2024
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
What is the series about?
It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.
It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.
Shadows on the Clam Flats
Quaraun perched uneasily on a gnarled driftwood log, his pink pupiled icy blue eyes half-lidded against the persistent drift of icy fog that cloaked the clam flats along Maine’s rocky coast. The tide was low, but could not be trusted to stay low, not beneath the fractured moon. Since the moon cracked, tides were sporadic, unscheduled highs, unplanned lows. One had to be vigilant, always watching or one could easily be swept away.
The sea hissed and moaned against the shore, a lonesome sound punctuated by the distant screech of seagulls. Seagulls, horrible creatures, more deadly than lobsters. Their empty eye sockets, decaying wings, and rotted feathers, foretold of their undead nature.
The zombie gulls, battled with the undead lobsters, not far from where the albino Moon Elf sat.
But he was unconcerned with the undead.
They would not bother Quaraun.
No undead would risk angering him, for he was The Pink Necromancer, the most feared wizard of the known universe.
Each breath Quaraun took was a chill whisper against his lungs, as he rubbed his gold plated hands together, trying to ward off the cold. His resplendent pink silk robes were damp with the cold north Atlantic sea spray, and he shivered, drawing his cloak tighter around him.
Beside The Pink Necromancer, a small silver hand mirror dangled from his belt, its surface fogged over momentarily before clearing under an unseen magical influence. Quaraun took it in his gloved hand, the gold plating catching the wan light as he spoke, his voice a soft murmur lost in the ocean’s breath.
“Mirror of mysteries,” Quaraun said. “Show to me, what is it that I am to see?”
The mirror’s surface swirled with a misty purple black miasma before settling, and a voice, both ancient and eerie, echoed from its depths, its tone lyrical and mocking.
“In twisted future where shadows play, the Elf seeks answers, yet shadows stray,” came forth the voice of Quaraun’s mirror of magic.
Quaraun frowned, his silver hair spilling over his shoulders as he pondered the riddle.
“What shadows?” Quaraun asked at lengths. “Be clearer, mirror.”
The surface shimmered again, the image within morphing like quicksilver. It showed BoomFuzzy, Quaraun’s favourite husband, his long grey dreadlocks flecked with sand, the Phooka, in his Human form, diligently digging for clams.
BoomFuzzy ran a food truck on Noodle Beach, and Humans came from a far for the Faerie chef’s clam chowder; a recipe which required many long hours spent digging for clam during low tide. The scene was mundane, yet somehow the mirror imbued it with an ominous undertone.
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Quaraun looked up from the mirror. What the mirror showed him, was exactly the same as what was now happening before him. BoomFuzzy, digging for clams. Quaraun looked up and down the beach, confused, for he saw no danger, and this mirror usually warned of dangers.
“Why show me this?” Quaraun asked the mirror. “You show me what I can plainly see.”
“Beneath the clam’s shell, secrets lie, beneath the ocean, truths defy,” came the mirror’s reply.
Quaraun watched, his heart tightening at the sight of his dearly beloved BoomFuzzy so focused and determined.
“Is there danger to him?” Quaraun asked, his voice laced with worry.
“Fate’s thread winds, the Lich will call, in dark water, the brave might fall.”
Dread settled heavy in Quaraun’s chest, the salty air thickening with unspoken fears. He glanced towards the water where BoomFuzzy worked, the waves caressing his ankles, dark and secretive.
The ocean water, grey and green, looked calm. But Quaraun knew all too well, the dangers which lurked in MoonSnail Cove.
Zombies, wraiths, vampires, revenants, the shambling dead, dangers to Humans, but not to him, The Pink Necromancer, able to control the dead on command.
Undeath filled this world at every turn. But the undead, were not the dangers Quaraun feared.
Not here.
Not in MoonSnail Cove.
No.
Here, there were far worse things than the undead.
It was the MerFolk.
Living.
Viscous.
Bloodthirsty.
And with mage’s capable of taking down Liches.
Deadly creatures. Quaraun knew, how deadly, too. For he used to be one. Many centuries ago, he was a beautiful pink JellyFish. Ancient goddess of the sea. She gave it up, to live on land as a male Moon Elf, never to return to live beneath her beloved ocean. The price she paid, to become BoomFuzzy’s lover.
Quaraun knew the MerPeople well.
BoomFuzzy was a powerful Lich, but even undead, could still be destroyed by one who knows how.
Quaraun’s heart raced as he thought of the dangers he could not see. The MerFolk beneath the waves. Panic filled his mind. They were so near The Crystal Caves, home of the EelFolk. At high tide these waters were full of EelMen, whom electrocuted their prey and dragged them to the depths.
Quaraun looked to the mirror again. “Show me how to protect him.”
“Through shadows walk, to twilight hold, guard thy heart, let not it be cold.”
“You are not being helpful!” Quaraun snarled.
The cryptic advice grated on Quaraun’s nerves, and he snapped the mirror shut, the click lost to the wind. The mirror was always a puzzle, a torment of truths half-told. He stood, wrapping his cloak about him, his eyes fixed on BoomFuzzy’s figure in the distance, determined to keep his beloved Lich safe from whatever shadows the future held.
Quaraun made his way toward his husband. The ocean roared louder, as if angered by his defiance. The ground beneath his feet was a soggy carpet of tangled seaweed and decaying sea wrack, slippery and treacherous. Quaraun moved carefully, his resolve hardening with each step.
“Come,” Quaraun said to BoomFuzzy, when he reached him. “We must leave.”
“Leave?” BoomFuzzy asked.
“Yes. Now.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know,” Quaraun said as he glanced in every direction, half expecting MerMen to jump out at him. “But there is danger. I can feel it.”
“There is not here but ya being a silly, paranoid goose. I have clams to dig.”
“Tomorrow.”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t know. Please. Let’s just go back to the lighthouse. We can come back down here in the morning. When the danger is gone.”
“What danger, Quaraun?”
“I don’t know.”
BoomFuzzy shook his head, annoyed, but knew that trying to convince his paranoid lover all was safe would be a pointless endeavor. Quaraun was very obstinate when his fear set in.
“Aye, we return to the lighthouse. I shall shuck these tonight and we come back for more in the morning.”
BoomFuzzy picked up his burlap bags full of quahogs, steamers, and razor clams, and together he and Quaraun headed back to the lighthouse.
A pair of sinister glowing eyes, watched them go. Mermish whispers were lost beneath the crashing waves, as they beat, unyielding against rocky shores of Maine.
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The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
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