Stories from Semenia

Homebound

Farrow and Limoned head home, happily swinging through the trees. They cross a road with an covered cart that can only be the mark of the Linoku, considering only they have access to the Pegasi that are pulling the cart. They drop down a fair way behind the wagon and stop them to ask questions.

"Hello, travellers. What would you two young, sexy men like to know?" One of the Linoku calls out of the carriage, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"We will not be tempted by your charms," Farrow says assertively.

"Then what would you like?" The other Linoku inside teases. "We know what we'd like: more souls! So what do you want? I sense you two don't have delicious souls to extract from your...oddly shaped bodies." The second Linoku finishes with a pout.

"We just want to know if you've seen the Syrill with a group of Makanean children coming from the direction of the Inn of Deep Slumbers over the past night or two." Farrow says.

"Of course you would. You wouldn't rather drink their souls? Slurp them right out of their flailing bodies?" The second Linoku says, mania apparent in her voice

"We eat actual food," Farrow says, "like our ancestors. Cheese, milk, bread, meat... We have no need for souls."

"Well, I FEEL RAVENOUS AND I NEED SOULS!!" The second Linoku, having enough talk of souls, leaps out of the carriage and rampages through the wood, searching for a hapless animal so she can sip on their soul.

"That's my sister, Mika. She goes insane without souls." She rolls her eyes. "I'm Margaret, and I've gotta wait for her to come back. She ate two hours ago! It's become less of a biological need and more like a full-on addiction,  if I will be honest. It happens. Maybe she's addicted to the hunt, i don't know. It is a thrill. Frankly, I think souls are gross. Succulent and slimy, like a Mista slug sliding down your throat. We have to keep up the act, lest they take advantage of our gorgeous bodies." She flips her hair. "Oh, we saw the Syrill, alright. They damn near ran us over with their Striderhorses! They can run on air, you see. Makes them ridiculously fast. They could be at their base at the Crossroads by now, for all i know..."

The Crossroads were a long stretch of roiling, swirling water about 10km long from the heart of the river, 45km west of the capital city of Fornicata. There is a massive whirlpool of water surrounding the base, a full kilometer wide, with a calm patch in the middle. Perfectly situated in the middle of the three tributaries of the Grand Aquifer, nothing can get in or leave except the Syrill, who are the only water-breathing, intelligent race in Semenia. 

"...Have you checked the stretch of woods around the Aquifer?" Margaret finishes.

Limoned looks up. "No, I havent. Should we notify the Grand Master?"

Farrow looks at him. "I think we should, later. First, let us return home and rest."

"Okay."

Margaret looks up in awe as they both climb up the trees with their long tentacles, disappearing into the night.

"Those damn Regalites were always a fuckin' enigma. Sad, sad. The purple-eyed one was kinda cute, though..."

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Shrieking fills the air, manic shrieking mixed with laughter.

"Oh, Maggie! I found a kill! It had such a yummy soul! Mmm!" She smacks her lips and drags a dead and mangled Makanean boy out from the brush.

"Are you insane? ARE. YOU. INSANE?? THAT WAS ONE OF THE CHILDREN THOSE REGALITE FUCKS WERE LOOKING FOR!! FUCKIN' HELL!"

"He's dead, silly, they wouldn't know the difference! He had a hole in his throat and another in his belly. He was gonna die anyways, I just put him out of his misery and into my belly. Mmm. Yummy." Mika pats her belly.

Margaret looks at Mika, completely stupefied by her actions.

"You...disgust me sometimes, Mika. You fucking disgust me. But i love you 'cause you're my sister and you're the only weird older sister I get. Come here. Get in the carriage. When we get home, bathe, and present yourself better. You look guilty as hell, all covered in blood and guts and things, rooting around for that poor kid's soul..."

"You talk too much," Mika says as she crawls into the carriage like a feral animal.

Margaret rolls her eyes at her demented older sister and they and the Pegasi fly into the night, the carriage in tow.

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Limoned drops from the tree he's in.

"Come down, my love. We're home.*

Farrow plops on the ground. "Ow. Seriously, give me more time, Limoned, would you?"

Limoned snorts. "You'll get it one day."

Farrow smacks him with one of his tentacles. "You and I both are on our second lives and you know it. Give me a break, I didn't grow up swinging from dumb tree thingys like you did." Farrow mumbles under his breath, embarrassed.

Limoned rubs his face. Those tentacles hurt more than his hands did for sure.

Limoned looks at Farrow sharply. Farrow's eyes are dizzy from the fall, shifting back and forth frantically. He kisses Farrow and carries him inside.

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Farrow wakes up a few hours later in a hot bath.

"Limoned, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, I-"

"Farry, it's okay. I get it. I put you in danger without thinking that you potentially wouldn't be able to land safely. I'm sorry." Limoned washes his body, rinsing his body off gently. He kisses Farrow.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Limoned. I'm so happy you're here. I'm sorry I give you so much shit. I love you so much."

"It's okay. It's okay."

Farrow looks into his bright green eyes. Limoned pushes Farrow's hair off his forehead, Farrow's big purple eyes beady and infantile.

Limoned laughs softly and hauls his boyfriend out of the water.

"You're so cute," Limoned says as he sets Farrow on his feet. "Go, take this outfit and get dressed. You're so sexy." He hands Farrow a sexy waiter's outfit. "I love you, Farrow. You are the apple of my eye."

"I love you, too, Limoned. More than bacon," Farrow says, dressing  himself.

Limoned giggles. "Aww, you're too cute."

Farrow shakes his butt. "How is this bottom, honey?"

Limoned laughs. "Absolutely fantastic. You look gorgeous." He smacks Farrow's butt, because even though Farrow was Master, it was only a formality because of  his Magus' Rank. In reality, Limoned was the dominant, the dom, the master and Farrow was the submissive one, and, under Limoned's eye and unconditional love for his Farry, Farrow will always be safe.

"Ow, my bum!"

They both laugh and Limoned picks Farrow up and carries him off to the bedroom, where they fall asleep as soon as their exhausted bodies hit the bed.

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