I'm lonely if you are

COLT

Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold

A grunt escapes her as she dismounts from Beans with Smooches flailing in her hands like a heavy fish struggling for its freedom. "Quit it," he grumbles, fighting for grip and balance alike, only one foot on the ground as paws scurry over her shoulder. One hits Bean's flank, and best boy that he is, he's got limits. His hips swing around in a grand pivot while his head lifts, and she's forced to hop along beside him while she wrestles her toe free from the stirrup, not eager to go for an unintended ride along the dirt. "Whoa," she warns him steadily over a mouthful of fur.

With one final grunt she frees her foot from its awkward angle and twists around to deposit the dog a bit unceremoniously onto the ground. Sighing with complete exasperation at the entire ordeal, she can only watch as he scampers off with zoomies around the shrine. "Fuck's sake Smooches, trying to kill us all." Some dogs never take well to riding double in the saddle, and while this had been Smooches' first time, she's skeptical he'd be one that'd settle for it. And here she thought she was being smart and riding here so she didn't have to carry his lazy ass halfway down the road again.

Patting Bean's neck in gratitude for his sense, she brushes some of the fur off her jacket and walks towards the nearby shrine, leaving Beans to nose around at dying grasses. She cuts a glance to the wild pup with a shake of her head before crouching down to place her offering. Fresh, homemade sourdough bread and a generous pat of softened butter. Maybe not as juicy as a peach, as suggestive as an eggplant, or as wild as puppies and sex toys, but there's something to be said about the romance between bread and butter that finds it's way into everyone's hearts, especially hers.

"The quiver you gave me is working great, but I'm hoping to make it stronger." The toad she fought had not seemed injured enough by her hits, and her aim needs work, but one thing at a time.

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Pls use her 2 rolls for the season but if they fail use her level 3 quest reward. Sex Frey.
She is asking to upgrade her arrows.

Accepted receive +20 and roll with advantage at all shrines. Include this at the bottom of all shrine posts.

Regional Score bonus: +3 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. Residents cannot be cursed at shrines in this region.

With so many spirits around you, you attract the attention of the gods when visiting a shrine. Roll with advantage when praying at a shrine.

They'll never stay home
And they're always alone

Frey

The shrine hums to life with the same warmth that always precedes them, the air thickening until Colt’s skin prickles and her stomach twists with that telltale flush of arousal. The chimes sing brighter, the flame flares golden, and then Frey is there.

They sprawl lazily in the grasses like they’d been waiting all along, naked as ever and shaped into the perfect storm of Colt’s appetites. A grin splits their face the moment they spot the offering. Without hesitation they pluck up the sourdough, tear a thick piece from it, and stuff it into their mouth with unabashed delight. "Mmh," they hum around the bite, cheeks hollowing as they whistle low and sharp. Smooches, all zoomies and wild pup energy, skids to a stop and comes bounding back. With a slow pucker of lips, Frey leans down and lets the pup snatch a bit of bread straight from their mouth. The god laughs, low and rich, watching the dog bound off again before lifting their gaze back to Colt.

Their grin tilts wicked and approving. "Stronger already?" they echo, brow arched high as they lick a smear of butter from their thumb. "Mmh. Hungry girl." Their head dips in a nod, approval shimmering in their eyes as if she’d offered something far rarer than bread. "I like it." They stretch, languid and satisfied, rolling onto their side to lounge more comfortably, one arm pillowing their head while the other hand gestures her closer that they might explain what it was she was required to do.

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Colt has been given a quest! She must

1. Test the tensile limits of something until it breaks
2. Complete a training thread with her quiver but she can only pull non-arrows out from it
3. Take something hard and make it harder
4. Use her quiver's sharpening-property in a regular thread to sharpen something that isn't an arrow.

COLT

Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold

The flush of heat is no stranger to her at the sight of the man that appears with windchime call and dance of flame. It's barely able to compete with the curl of amusement that slicks over it at the sight of him lounging and feasting, more feral than his usual. That flicker of knowledge isn't enough to shatter the image of Vesper proffering bread to Smooches a la Lady and the Tramp, the sight of which causes a laugh to burst free from her.

The humor subsides though as the dog scampers off, and all she's left with is the flush that creeps up unrestrained beneath the praise and invitation. "Jus' tired of losing out to things stronger than me," she admits with a huff. Lingering just for a breath, she relents, giving in to the buttered pull of Vrey. She stretches out before them, a near mirror, breath catching faintly as her gaze pours over slopes of them. It's when her attention lifts to the slightly off blue of them that she's reminded in full that this isn't Vesper. A strange thing, to find the presence of a god easier to manage than that of a man. One man, anyway.

She tips an ear to the whisper of Fresper's requirements, mentally keeping the list of them. "Thank you, Frey, I won't disappoint you."

As wonderful as it feels to remain in the grass with this easy version of Vesper, there's work to be done, and this isn't real. With a long exhale she rises to gather horse and hound and depart.

[FIN]

They'll never stay home
And they're always alone