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Just spent 30min on this fanfic, enjoy 
The story of Asdveks guzzling raw meat (or is he?...)
One day, the infamous raw meat eater @asdvek was roaming through the forest in search of prey. He had planned only to hunt and feast—perhaps even devour some animal brains in the vain hope of sharpening his own. But fate had other ideas.
As he moved silently beneath the canopy, he stumbled upon an unexpected sight: @Gengar, bathing alone in a river. Their eyes met—an instant of frozen time. @Gengar flushed crimson, hastily covering himself, while @asdvek quickly turned his back, granting privacy with an uncharacteristic show of respect.
The silence between them stretched, fragile yet strangely charged. But before either could speak, the undergrowth beside them shook violently. Out burst @kaligula, his face pale with worry. He hardly noticed the tension in the air as he pleaded desperately for help.
The three retreated into @Gengar’s tent—his hidden home in the forest—and there, amidst the shadows, @kaligula revealed his plight. His furious ex, @NumbThePain, was hunting him relentlessly, vengeance burning in her eyes after he betrayed her with @Volksstaffel. Sympathetic, @Gengar offered him refuge.
Believing the storm had passed, @asdvek rose to take his leave, but the heavens disagreed. A sudden crack of thunder shook the forest, rain lashing the earth. He was left with no choice but to remain.
As night fell, the small tent became unbearably cramped, bodies pressed close in the darkness. Soon, @kaligula’s weary snores filled the space, leaving only the quiet, uneven breaths of @Gengar. @asdvek, his eyelids heavy, drifted into dreams of the vast steppe—riding through tall grass, loosing arrows at a darting rabbit, his horse carrying him with a strangely tender rhythm. The dream blurred. A fire crackled, raw meat gleamed in his hands, though tonight it tasted oddly seasoned, almost like curry. Strange… yet delicious. He devoured it eagerly.
A sharp voice pierced the haze: “Ugh.”
His eyes fluttered open. The tent surrounded him again, dim and stifling. Something thick snot lingered in his throat, as though he had caught a cold. Turning, he caught @kaligula awake, staring back with a guilty expression. No words were exchanged.
Shifting once more, his gaze fell on @Gengar. Unlike before, Gengar now faced him. Though his eyes were closed, his breathing betrayed wakefulness, uneven and restless.
@asdvek shut his own eyes once again, surrendering to the dark. This time, sleep was deep and peaceful. By dawn, the storm had passed, and so had their moment together. They exchanged quiet farewells at the forest’s edge, before parting ways toward uncertain paths.
Was it really all a dream?
Part 2?
The story of Asdveks guzzling raw meat (or is he?...)
One day, the infamous raw meat eater @asdvek was roaming through the forest in search of prey. He had planned only to hunt and feast—perhaps even devour some animal brains in the vain hope of sharpening his own. But fate had other ideas.
As he moved silently beneath the canopy, he stumbled upon an unexpected sight: @Gengar, bathing alone in a river. Their eyes met—an instant of frozen time. @Gengar flushed crimson, hastily covering himself, while @asdvek quickly turned his back, granting privacy with an uncharacteristic show of respect.
The silence between them stretched, fragile yet strangely charged. But before either could speak, the undergrowth beside them shook violently. Out burst @kaligula, his face pale with worry. He hardly noticed the tension in the air as he pleaded desperately for help.
The three retreated into @Gengar’s tent—his hidden home in the forest—and there, amidst the shadows, @kaligula revealed his plight. His furious ex, @NumbThePain, was hunting him relentlessly, vengeance burning in her eyes after he betrayed her with @Volksstaffel. Sympathetic, @Gengar offered him refuge.
Believing the storm had passed, @asdvek rose to take his leave, but the heavens disagreed. A sudden crack of thunder shook the forest, rain lashing the earth. He was left with no choice but to remain.
As night fell, the small tent became unbearably cramped, bodies pressed close in the darkness. Soon, @kaligula’s weary snores filled the space, leaving only the quiet, uneven breaths of @Gengar. @asdvek, his eyelids heavy, drifted into dreams of the vast steppe—riding through tall grass, loosing arrows at a darting rabbit, his horse carrying him with a strangely tender rhythm. The dream blurred. A fire crackled, raw meat gleamed in his hands, though tonight it tasted oddly seasoned, almost like curry. Strange… yet delicious. He devoured it eagerly.
A sharp voice pierced the haze: “Ugh.”
His eyes fluttered open. The tent surrounded him again, dim and stifling. Something thick snot lingered in his throat, as though he had caught a cold. Turning, he caught @kaligula awake, staring back with a guilty expression. No words were exchanged.
Shifting once more, his gaze fell on @Gengar. Unlike before, Gengar now faced him. Though his eyes were closed, his breathing betrayed wakefulness, uneven and restless.
@asdvek shut his own eyes once again, surrendering to the dark. This time, sleep was deep and peaceful. By dawn, the storm had passed, and so had their moment together. They exchanged quiet farewells at the forest’s edge, before parting ways toward uncertain paths.
Was it really all a dream?
Part 2?
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