Stories from Semenia

Immortality in Semenia (Akka, 135 years later.)

Farrow and Limoned. Forest, Macropenii, Akka. 

Two bipedal, octopus-like creatures rise over the forest, looking down into Macropenii. It's a cold, dank night, perfect for their organic bodies. They slink over the hill, tentacles not so much as making a breeze in the air. They reach a safe house and transform into more Cthulhu-like creatures, their true forms they created themselves, to discuss plans for the rest of the night.
Outside the safe house, they speak.

"Limoned?"

"Coming, Farrow. You know these bodies take a while to lug around."

"Well, you do know that we are doing this for the good of our people?" Farrow glares at Limoned.

"Yes-yes I do, Farrow, I didn't mean it like that-"

"Quiet. It's not your fault that things are the way they are at this point in time."

"Yes, Farrow, I will do as you say, Master,"

Farrow kisses him on the cheek. "I just don't want you to be hurt, my dear. This is dangerous territory for creatures of our kind. We must move swiftly, or else we may be discovered and attacked. The Macropians don't appreciate outsiders. The Grand Master Lenore awaits us. It's important we make it home soon, the sooner we leave this hostile land, the better. And our love must be kept silent, for now. Most of our friends know already, but there are too many that underestimate our capacity for compassion. We were not made here.  Others think it unnatural for our kind to be in love since its rather common knowledge that we are sexless and do not have gonads, therefore we are not supposed to have use for such things as desire and love. But I do love you deeply, and do not wish to see you in harm's way."

"I adore you, Master Farrow. Let us continue?"

"Yes. We have to get back to Disturbia by dawn!"

*****Arrival at Disturbia*****

They rush at the door on two legs, four of their six tentacles trailing behind each of them. They knock furiously on the sect door; the tone of the Grand Master's letter was extremely urgent.

"Hello, hello? Grand Master?" They stop in their tracks as they read the note on the door.

Dear Fellow Regalites,
I am away today because my beautiful daughter has fallen ill. I will return on the morrow.
Thank you,
Lenore Hallenbourough, Grand Master of Disturbian Society and Judicial Constructor of Semenia, Division of Secular Affairs and Violence Against the Common Folk.

"This isn't like the Grand Master! I didn't think he had a daughter! Wait, can we have children?"

"No, you fool! Don't say such things! You'll get us in trouble with the High Council for suggesting such things as sex and children out in the open! They already see us as outsiders and want us gone! Especially regarding the Grand Master! I suppose we should stay the night in an inn and come back in the morning." 

"THE Inn?" Glee spreads across Limoned's face.

"Farrow glares at him. "Not that disease-ridden whorehouse."

Farrow gestures for Limoned to follow him. They start walking in the noonday sun, two of their eight tentacles wrapped around one another in a romantic way as they saunter down the streets of Disturbia.