Yelps of Yearning🌲🐍𓍢🍃
{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu}꧁✨🌸🔮🦄🔮🌸✨꧂

Yelps of Yearning🌲🐍🍃

{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} 🦄🌸

The swampy ground squelched beneath their boots as Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn trekked deeper into The Forest of No Return.

All around them, the forest buzzed with a heavy silence, broken only by the faint croaking of frogs and the occasional hum of buzzing insects.

GhoulSpawn shuddered.

“This place gets worse the longer we stay,” GhoulSpawn muttered, swiping at a buzzing fly.

The air had grown thicker; the darkness creeping into their minds like a heavy fog.

Insanity lurked just beyond the reach of their senses.

Quaraun, weaving his usual crown of swamp flowers, a self soothing stimming habit that he believed staved off insanity, glanced up from his obsessive task. His delicate crippled fingers worked quickly, creating intricate patterns of pink and purple blooms.

“The swamp is strange,” he said, absentmindedly. “But we are not alone. Someone, or something, was here before us. I can feel it.”

Ahead, the looming shapes of crumbling headstones emerged from the mist. An ancient graveyard, slowly sinking into the swampy mire.

Tombstones jutted out at odd angles, names long worn away by centuries of rain and rot.

It was a place that even BoomFuzzy, who feared little, regarded with caution.

“Graveyards aren’t usually a good sign,” BoomFuzzy said, his voice low. He tilted his head, feeling the faintest tremor beneath his feet. “Especially not one this old, sinking away like it’s trying to forget itself.”

Quaraun stepped forward. His cane sunk into the mud with each step, making a faint squelching noise that sent shivers down GhoulSpawn’s spine.

“Why are we here?” GhoulSpawn whispered nervously.

“Graveyards have loot.”

“Loot?”

“Yes.”

“What are we, pirates now?”

“Glinta, in case you had not noticed, I am a Necromancer and this is a graveyard.”

As they wandered through the graveyard, BoomFuzzy’s warning seemed forgotten.

Loot lay scattered across the swampy cemetery.

Gold nuggets shimmering in the faint light filtering through the twisted trees.

Gems, rough and dull but valuable.

And further ahead, they found the skeletal remains of a man slumped beside a strange contraption — the remnants of a science machine. The man’s tattered clothes hung from his bones like a forgotten memory. His body had long decayed, but the tools and items he carried remained untouched by time.

GhoulSpawn, eyeing the corpse, frowned.

“He was a scientist,” GhoulSpawn said. “What kind of idiot scientist comes into a place like this?”

“Prob’ly same kind of idiot scientist you is,” BoomFuzzy said.

GhoulSpawn stood up.

“I… am not here willingly. In case you forgot, I’m supposed to be in 1978. A portal brought me here and I don’t know how to get back home. And I’m only here in this forest, because I am following you two.”

Quaraun ignored them, kneeling beside the remains, his mechanical fingers clicking as he inspected the items left behind.

“Look at this,” he murmured, holding up chunks of marble, a pickaxe, and a shovel. He pulled up the blueprints that lay strewn beside the bones. “Whatever he was doing here, it didn’t end well.”

BoomFuzzy chuckled darkly.

“Aye, looks like something got ‘im, while him were working on that gadget.”

“What — ?” GhoulSpawn asked, inching closer to Quaraun. “What… could kill a man like this?”

Quaraun didn’t respond. He pocketed the gems and gold, his eyes scanning the murky ground for anything useful. His hand brushed a pile of sheaves of grass. They felt solid in his grasp, grounding him for just a moment against the creeping insanity of the swamp. But something stirred in the back of his mind.

A nagging doubt.

BoomFuzzy, meanwhile, sniffed the air. His grey dreadlocks shifted as he turned his head.

“This place smells wrong.”

GhoulSpawn glanced around nervously, his fur standing on end.

“Maybe we should go. I don’t like this place.”

The swamp seemed to pulse, its quiet seething with unspoken malevolence.

The longer they lingered, the more distorted everything became.

The edges of reality blurred, making it hard to tell if the shadows were just shadows or something far more dangerous.

Without warning, the ground trembled beneath them.

The swamp erupted in a chaos of sloshing, gurgling noises.

Quaraun’s hand froze mid-motion as a massive, slimy purple tentacle shot up from the mire.

It lashed out at them, sending a wave of swamp water spraying through the air.

“Move!” BoomFuzzy shouted, his voice slicing through the moment.

Before anyone could react, another tentacle rose, writhing through the air with deadly precision.

Quaraun jumped back, narrowly avoiding being ensnared. He stumbled, nearly falling into the muck, only to be yanked upright by BoomFuzzy.

The Pink Necromancer swore under his breath, his eyes wide with fear.

The ground rippled again, and more tentacles emerged, each one larger and more menacing than the last.

The massive purple tentacles lashed through the murky swamp, their slimy lengths slamming into trees and sending sprays of swamp water everywhere.

Quaraun ducked beneath one of the monstrous appendages, his cane slipping in the mud. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could hear the frantic yelps of GhoulSpawn behind him.

GhoulSpawn’s voice broke through the chaos, high-pitched and panicked. “Quaraun! BoomFuzzy! Get me out of here!”

Quaraun’s heart ached at the sound.

GhoulSpawn rarely showed such fear, and it reminded Quaraun of times long past — times before the world had become this desolate, dystopian wasteland of twisted forests and endless snowstorms.

The swamp was just another reminder of how far everything had fallen, how broken the world had become. He yearned for the life that had once been, a time when the earth had been green and vibrant. A time before the calamity, before the moon shattered, before the ice and the darkness claimed everything.

A wave of melancholy washed over him, drowning out the immediate danger. His mind drifted to memories of the distant past — a beautiful, serene world, with lush forests and sparkling oceans. He missed it.

Every part of him longed to be back in a time where he didn’t have to run from monstrous creatures or watch his companions lose their sanity to the never-ending apocalypse.

“GhoulSpawn, hold on!” Quaraun called out, his voice tight.

He ducked another sweeping tentacle, the force of it whipping the air around him, leaving a sharp, sulfurous tang. He could feel the swamp trying to drag them under, its darkness tugging at their minds, their bodies, their sanity.

Everything about this place felt wrong, twisted, unnatural.

But before he could fully slip into his despair, BoomFuzzy’s smooth, deep voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Ah, my dear JellyElf…” BoomFuzzy purred salaciously, as he deftly sidestepped the flailing limbs of the swamp creature. “Ya can keep ya yearnin’ for the old days… I’d much rather yearn for ya lovely arse.”

Quaraun snapped back to reality, startled by BoomFuzzy’s words. His lover’s smirk was as wicked as ever, despite the deadly chaos unfolding around them.

“I keep forgetting you’re UnDead,” Quaraun muttered.

BoomFuzzy’s black hakama billowed as he spun out of the way of another tentacle, his movements graceful and almost casual, as though they weren’t in immediate danger of being devoured by a swamp monstrosity.

“Now’s hardly the time for that!” Quaraun hissed, swatting at BoomFuzzy as he stumbled over a moss-covered stone. But the smirk on BoomFuzzy’s lips remained, his blind eyes gleaming with mischievous intent.

“Ah, Love, there’s always time to yearn for ye,” BoomFuzzy drawled, his voice dripping with amusement and affection. He reached out, grasping Quaraun’s hand in his own. His touch was firm, grounding Quaraun for a brief moment amidst the swirling madness of the swamp.

“Even in the midst o’ chaos, yis all I want.”

Quaraun’s cheeks flushed pink, and despite the deadly threat looming over them, he couldn’t suppress the rush of warmth that spread through him. His mechanical fingers tightened around BoomFuzzy’s hand, and for just a second, the fear ebbed away, replaced by the quiet comfort of their shared bond.

Another yelp from GhoulSpawn shattered the brief reprieve.

“Can we save the romance for later?” GhoulSpawn shouted, his voice rising in pitch as he barely dodged a tentacle that slammed into the ground where he had just been standing.

His hooves slipped in the mud, sending him sprawling face-first into the muck. He spat out a mouthful of swamp water, scrambling back to his feet.

“I’d yearn to get the hell out of this swamp, thank you very much!”

Quaraun’s eyes darted back to GhoulSpawn, who was flailing about in the mud, his elegant green velvet frock coat now plastered with filth. The absurdity of the situation almost made Quaraun laugh, but the relentless assault of tentacles quickly reminded him that they didn’t have time for such luxuries.

“We’re working on it!” Quaraun called back, pulling BoomFuzzy along as he attempted to maneuver through the chaos. “Stay close!”

GhoulSpawn yelped again as another tentacle lashed dangerously close to his head, spraying him with a fresh wave of swamp water. His fluffy golden fleece hair was matted with mud, his huge spiralling ram-like horns catching stray bits of debris.

“Staying close doesn’t seem to be helping!”

BoomFuzzy chuckled.

“Ah, the Goat’s got a point, Love.”

“I’m a Sheep!” GhoulSpawn shouted back, breathless.

“Goat, sheep, does it really matter right now?” Quaraun muttered under his breath, tugging BoomFuzzy forward as they weaved through the maze of rising tentacles.

He could hear GhoulSpawn’s frantic footsteps behind them, cloven hooves splashing through the murky water.

A sickening squelch rang through the air as one of the tentacles smashed into the ground right beside them, sending a shockwave of swamp muck splattering over them all. The oppressive stench filled Quaraun’s nose, making him gag as he struggled to keep his footing.

BoomFuzzy squeezed his hand again.

“So, me wee JellyElf, what do ye yearn for more — the lost days o’ yore, or the future ye could have with me?”

Quaraun didn’t answer, the surrounding chaos too overwhelming. But his heart knew the answer.

BoomFuzzy, being a Lich, and therefore already dead, had no need to worry about his own safety and he often forgot that mortals were easily killed, so the urgency Quaraun and GhoulSpawn felt just now, while being attacked by eldritch beasts, was not felt by BoomFuzzy, who found this ill timed moment the ideal time to talk as though, nothing was going on around them.

Quaraun was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts by a new danger, now joining the lashing tentacles.

The air buzzed with the unmistakable hum of giant mosquitoes, huge bugs the size of rats, their bird-sized wings beating a deadly rhythm.

“There’s more things coming!” GhoulSpawn cried, swatting at the massive insects that swarmed around them.

The creatures were nearly as large as his hand, their stingers gleaming like daggers.

“Unicorn!” Quaraun cried out, bring the Lich back into the realization that his two mortal companions were very much in danger. “Killer swamp bugs! We ain’t UnDead like you!”

“We’re not fighting that,” BoomFuzzy growled, already retreating. “Run!”

Quaraun didn’t need to be told twice. With a flick of his cane, he tore free from the mud and dashed after BoomFuzzy.

GhoulSpawn trailed behind, his eyes darting between the giant mosquitos and the undulating tentacles.

The swamp roared to life around them as the monstrous creatures gave chase, their slimy appendages thrashing through the murky waters.

The howling winds and croaking frogs grew louder, as though the entire swamp had turned against them.

Insanity gnawed at their minds, distorting their surroundings further.

The shadows swirled, creatures lurking just beyond their vision.

Every step was a fight to stay sane.

They ran, breathless, their boots sinking deeper into the bog with every frantic step. The giant tentacles lashed behind them, snapping tree branches and sending muck flying through the air.

Mosquitoes buzzed in a dizzying swarm around their heads, their stingers grazing skin and fur.

GhoulSpawn flinched, batting them away with desperate hands, while BoomFuzzy conjured a faint shield of light to keep the creatures at bay.

Quaraun, gasping for breath, glanced back over his shoulder, his hands clutching tightly to his cane. They had escaped the worst of the tentacles, but the swamp still felt alive with something ancient and malevolent.

The graveyard loomed behind them, sinking further into the mire, the bones of the scientist now buried in shadows and muck.

Finally, the three of them reached a patch of drier land, stumbling onto it with exhausted relief. The buzzing of the huge mosquitoes faded, and the swamp seemed to settle.

They were safe — for now.

Quaraun, his chest heaving, collapsed onto the ground, wiping mud from his robes.

“I never… want to do that… again.”

BoomFuzzy, equally breathless, chuckled softly.

“Aye, me wee JellyElf, but ye always want the loot. Ye cannae resist.”

GhoulSpawn flopped beside them, his heart still racing.

“I swear… this place is gonna drive me mad…”

The swamp, however, remained silent, watching them from the shadows as they caught their breath. Their minds, though momentarily safe, still teetered on the edge of madness.

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

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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