Red Solo Cup

COLT

She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress

She had been thinking for a while what to request for herself this time, something useful to defeat the beasts she's realized need to be faced from time to time. The void aside, she has perils at and beyond her doorstep often enough, especially now that she's joined the Monster Hunters, so best she become a bit more useful than last time.

"Appreciate your help again," she murmurs to Sunjata as they walk towards the familiar shrine. She's listened to a few accounts about Frey as of late, some kind, some less so, but she's still committed to the god. Though, this time she strays from the way she's been raised, calling for the one Sunjata's most familiar with, curious about the differences and what types of choices might be laid out for her. Sunjata certainly seemed convinced it'd go well.

She crouches before the shrine, wiping off dust that's gathered with the Longheat dryness, and sets down one of the surprise puppies from the litter most recently exploding on her ranch. It's a black and white border collie, weaned, but still so young it flops around a bit on the shrine's edge, yawning with the urge for a nap. She also places a cucumber, for extra measure, as she calls out to sex Frey. "Frey, I'm asking for your help, to get stronger. Some arrows to pierce tough skin and find their mark even if the opponent is hard headed." 

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Colt is asking for: SUPER SHARP arrows: get fucked Susie my arrows are sharper than your armor.

Sunjata will be joining to add to her roll, but please use both season rolls if she flops.

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. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of your shrine post).

Regional Score bonus: +1 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +1 should be included). Residents cannot be cursed at shrines in this region.

She's a neon nightmare
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice

Breathe in now, do what you can

“Anytime, Colt.” He hums, shooting her a lopsided smile as they near the shrine. It’s the end of Longheat which means the cooler temperatures have started flaring in, but it doesn’t stop Sunjata from arriving to the shrine without a shirt — only adorned by cut off pants, a denim shorts situation, having opted not to change from when he’d been working on the House of Midnight just hours before.

He’s also confident that Colt wouldn’t mind, given she’d seen every inch of his skin not that long ago in the storm that had passed.

“Haven’t offered a puppy before.” He murmurs with a soft chuckle before she asks for Frey, lingering close to the shrine in anticipation for his god to show, relaxed as can be.

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Sunjata’s hereee to help!!

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

totally sniped from odd ilu

The shrine hums—not loud, but deep and warm, like a purr building in the chest of something divine. The wind chimes stir despite the stillness, and the Longheat air thickens, not with heat, but with presence. That soft bloom of arousal curls low in the belly, subtle and undeniable, as though the body recognizes what the mind has not yet named. And then Frey arrives.

They don’t descend or stride—they appear, sun-gold and silk-limned, bare and unashamed, skin dewed with the glow of pleasure and power. Their form shifts even as it settles, meeting the eyes of both visitors with the kind of lazy, attentive allure that sinks into the bones. Broad shoulders, curved hips, warm eyes, knowing smile—everything about them shaped to draw want, to offer yes without speaking it aloud.

They kneel in front of the shrine, uncaring of stone or dust, and scoop the floppy border collie puppy into their arms with a grin that radiates through the garden. "Now this," they purr, cradling the pup against their chest, "is how you get my attention." The little creature snuffles against their skin, promptly beginning to doze off with the contentment of the very young and very loved. Frey lets it nestle there as they turn their head slowly, looking toward the cucumber still lying beside the shrine. A brow arches. Then they look to Colt.

"And this," they murmur, tapping a finger thoughtfully to their lips, "tells me a very different story." Their gaze lingers on her, playful and intrigued. "So tell me, little hunter. Do you want your quest shaped in the image of the puppy—joy, instinct, and play?" A slow, sensuous roll of their shoulder, the puppy cooing faintly against their chest. "Or in the shape of the cucumber—creative, fun, fresh." Their brow arches again as they glance, deliberately and wickedly, to the side. "Sunjata,"” they drawl with open approval, eyes trailing over the Flood with affectionate hunger. "You’ve clearly been a good influence."

Then, back to Colt, their grin curling slow and promising. "Which path do you want, mm? Either way, I promise it’ll leave a mark."

COLT

She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress

The Frey she is familiar with tends to come on the stir of wind, the sparkle of the water at the shrine, the billow of the flame in the candles. This one seems to come from all the spaces between those, dragging in a heat that makes all the sunlight seem laughable in comparison. It blooms reckless in Colt, and as she rises to her feet, her gaze flashes hungrily over Frey's frame, aching familiar with so much of Vesper put into it.

She knew about this effect, hadn't needed Sunjata to warn her of it, but it's one thing to think you know, and another to actually learn it. Colt presses her eyes shut like some shield she can gather up against this tide of want, suddenly not glad at all for Sunjata's lingering presence.

Frey's voice is like a knife cutting through the wildness though, and Colt is used to wanting something she doesn't get to have, so she eventually blinks the image of almost Vesper holding a puppy back into view. The question posed surprises her. She glances between the puppy and the vegetable, not quite certain the weight of picking either, and feeling a bit like someone trying to analyze her dreams with a cup of tea leaves.

Colt shrugs her shoulders a bit, because both options sound fine, and similar in certain ways, so if she has to pick—she definitely prefers dogs over healthy food. "The puppy," she tells Vrey, a certainty to it as she pockets her thumb in her belt loops.

She's a neon nightmare
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice

Breathe in now, do what you can

They arrive in all of the expectation that the Flood has come to know and desire from his herald. So much so that he drifts a touch closer to them, stepping up beside Colt even if it’s her own shrine request, watching with a hint of surprise and amusement as Frey draws immediately to the puppy.

He remains silent while the question is aired, even as his attention flits from Frey to Colt momentarily, returning to Frey as he hears his name. Inclining his chin with a lopsided smile, standing open and almost eager for their affectionate gaze, he nods. “I do my best.” And he thinks he’s done it well as of late, even if he doesn’t utter it. Frey’s approval is one that Sunjata always finds he desires the times he’s in their presence and this is no exception.

But he stays silent, letting Colt have her moment, selfishly indulging in watching his herald while he isn’t the center of attention.

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

totally sniped from odd ilu

Frey sighs—not with disappointment, but with a theatrical sort of fondness, like a parent humouring a child who’s just picked sugar over spice. "Puppy it is," they murmur, the smile curling on their lips far too wicked for such an innocent word. Then, with the air of someone who absolutely knows what could have been, they glance to the cucumber still lying beside the shrine and lift it with languid fingers. Their brows bounce, slowly and deliberately as they waggle it at Sunjata.

"Such potential," they lament, not sounding disappointed at all. With a grin that could melt glaciers, they set the cucumber gently aside, then trail their fingers up their side with a touch like velvet lightning—though the sensation echoes twice, sparking heat just beneath the skin of both Colt and Sunjata, like their nerves were momentarily aligned.

Then they lean down, utterly nude and unabashed, to kiss the puppy on the forehead, their lips glowing faintly with power. The creature yawns and snuggles closer. "All right," Frey purrs, straightening again. "Playful it is. The path of instincts and joy, of clever teeth and soft bellies. You’ll shall have your quest, little hunter." And indeed she does—clear and shimmering, pressed into the back of her mind like a heat-dream remembered on waking.

They step back, licking their lips, and blow a kiss in Colt’s direction before sliding their gaze to Sunjata and winking. Then they vanish—not with a flash or crack, but like pleasure fading from the skin: slow, warm, and impossible to chase. Only the scent of honeysuckle and want lingers in the air.

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Colt has been given a quest! She must

1. Do something that sparks joy!
2. Make up a game and get someone else to play it with her
3. Turn something dull into something sharp (interpretation up to you)
4. Indulge in an activity that makes her boneless and puppy-tired.

COLT

She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress

It's a sight, watching mostly Vesper wave a cucumber at Sunjata. Enough so that a smile crawls in on one side of her lips, and she hides it behind a hand that's attempting to act thoughtful. She's grateful the cover is there when Vrey tugs desire up like a pesky weed, rattling its roots down in her core. It refuses to give, seems the attempt only makes the undesired plant that much stronger for the survival of the pruning. She gasps softly behind her fingers at the quiver of it racing down her, and it's all she can do to stifle the sound and glance away from both the figures near her that she knows can grant blessed relief, even if one's a proxy.

The parting words of Vrey demand Colt's attention, and warily she slips her eyes back towards blue, understanding settling like an idea taking shape. "Thank you," she murmurs through the invisible kiss, head dipping in appreciation of the god's time.

In the wake of their warm departure, Colt leans down to snatch the puppy back under her arm, not about to leave it here to be picked off by whatever manner of creature might dare to step on a god's platform. She rounds hastily on Sunjata though, fanning her heat away from the ache in her thighs that remains too persistent. "Get some new cologne Sunjata," she snaps, bristling past him for their walk back home with a sudden impatience for distance. A stare drags past him, more metal than amber, "peppermint smells like shit on you."

She's a neon nightmare
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice

Breathe in now, do what you can

Steel eyes watch the cucumber waggle toward him, Frey’s expression one that equally sends heat through him as well as amusement, enough that the Flood hums a low rumble of a sound to feel the touch reflected on his side and knowing full well that while he’s experienced Frey time and time again, that Colt hasn’t. He doesn’t miss the sound that passes her lips, though she needn’t be so upset about it.

All he can do is nod, still choosing to remain silent while Colt gets her quest, and with the warm departure of his deity he offers a quiet and parting “I’ll see you soon.” Because with his quest nearly finished at this point, he’s more than ready to return, having picked the beginning of the season to venture back out here.

But it’s Colt’s fire that lances him next, turning toward her with a flush that trails around his neck and buries deep under his tattoos. “Peppermint?” He asks, waggling his brows, poking the bear a touch more as he catches up to her and the puppy as she stares daggers at him. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. I stopped wearing cologne when I became Theirs.” Nodding back toward the shrine, he lets her put the pieces together if she isn’t too pissed off by his comment to do so.

With the way Frey can shift and adjust to mirror the visitors desires, would it not be so surprising that Sunjata’s scent did the same? Food for thought, huh Colt?

- FIN

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

totally sniped from odd ilu