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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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As someone who's only just finding comfort in his own sexual ventures, Zavien still has no idea what a sex god would like as an offering. He ends up consulting a store owner near the House of Midnight who swears by this gel. Supposedly, it stimulates nerves in a 'pleasant' burning sensation. He's not sure how much he believes it, but Zavien isn't about to find out, placing the tube of it next to a delicious looking tray of strawberries, peaches, and cream.
Sol gives him some space during this shrine visit, trotting through a nearby patch of flowers while his companion crouches next to the scandalous offerings of the shrine. Knowing a little more of what to expect this time, Zavien appreciates the privacy, a light blush already forming at his ears when he looks to make sure there isn't anyone else nearby.
Running a hand through his hair, he takes a deep breath. "Okay Frey, I think I did what you asked of me this time. Can you please give me your guidance again?"
2. Turn something painful into something pleasurable
- TBD
3. Use his ring to heal someone and then supplement its current amount of power with his own means of providing healing (first aid, soothing, etc)
- [SE][Training] you know in the end, I'll always be there - first aid from a burn
The little flame at the shrine bends low and then flares, its glow turning honey-rich, while the windchimes soften into something slower, more deliberate; a rhythm that feels almost like breath. Frey appears within it, already in motion, already exactly what Zavien would find most sexually appealing to behold; though the details refuse to settle long enough to name, shifting just at the edge of recognition, familiar in a way that feels almost unfair. They are completely naked, utterly at ease in it, their body presented without hesitation or modesty, as though there has never been a reason to be anything else. The effect is immediate and unmistakable; heat coils low in Zavien’s body, a quiet, insistent pull that belongs as much to Frey as it does to him. They are already smiling, gaze sliding over Zavien, the offerings, the careful arrangement of both.
"Oh?" they hum, voice low and pleased, though there’s a curl of something sharper beneath it. They lower themselves to kneel before him without hesitation, unbothered by the space, the heat, or the intimacy of it. Their hand drifts to the tray, selecting a strawberry and dragging it slowly through the cream, coating it in a thick, indulgent layer before lifting it to their lips. A brow arches.
"You think?" Frey echoes, tilting their head as they take a slow bite, the movement unhurried, deliberate, sensual. Their tongue follows, sweeping lightly across their lips to catch what remains, and the sensation lands, sudden and disorienting, as though that same touch has traced across Zavien’s own mouth, warm and lingering. Frey watches him closely as it fades, amusement glinting in their eyes. "Either you did," they murmur, voice dipping softer, closer, "or you did not." A pause, just long enough to let the question settle into his bones.
The affect is immediate, Frey's presence pressing warmth into the chill of Leafchange. The wind carries a sweet, suggestive scent that he feels embarrassed just to breathe in. Swallowing, he watches as they take form, features flickering between two opposite images: blonde hair shifting to brown and back, eyes glowing silver then gold then brown, skin tan then pale. They never settle, even as Frey leans forward, breasts and curves on full display as Zavien shifts where he kneels.
A heat nudges it's way into his gut, insistent and distracting as the deity bites into the strawberry. Their tongue traces a lazy path over their lips. The sensation tingles inexplicably on his own, drawing them open subconsciously so that his breath pulls slow, reverberating lower. "I did," he breathes. The words are out before he can think about it - truly believing he's embraced his own inner Frey as his green gaze darkens from the desire they tease. It leaves little room for doubts, his thoughts flaring with memories of Soh and what he would give to be with her right now, to have a place to put these feelings.
Frey’s smile blooms slowly, rich with smug satisfaction as Zavien’s answer leaves him, their gaze drinking him in without subtlety. They lean back onto their hands, posture opening with deliberate ease, their chest lifting, every curve displayed without apology. "Mm," they hum, pleased, one brow arching as their lips curve. "Confidence suits you." A wink follows, sharp and playful but still pointed. "Rarely is a lack of it ever well received."
Their laughter is soft, warm, and entirely indulgent as their hands begin to move, sliding up along the contours of their own body with slow, knowing intent. The touch is unhurried, tracing lines that are meant to be felt as much as seen; and it is, the sensation echoing across Zavien’s skin as though those same hands have found him instead, heat following in their wake. Frey’s fingers lift, then settle, cupping their breasts with a satisfied sort of ease, their expression turning just a touch more wicked as they hold his gaze. Then, with a lazy exhale, they bring their hand to their lips and blow him a kiss, before vanishing.
Zavien has completed his quest. His healing ring has been upgraded.
"Thank you." Whether he's thanking them for the compliment or for granting his quest, Zavien isn't sure, his thoughts too distracted by a thousand other feelings and desires.
His gaze draws down them, failing at discretion even if he wanted to, not as their hands trail enticingly over every curve like some reward he hadn't anticipated. It's like a funhouse mirror, the sensations reflecting on his own skin with a searing, tingling intensity that sends his heart racing. His fist clenches at his side, wondering how offended the deity would be if he accidentally reached for them - or worse, himself.
A deep red reaches from his neck to his cheeks as they cup their breasts, his attention on their nude form as he shifts uncomfortably in his knelt position, a shallow breath running hot into his chest. But just as the sensations are growing too strong, the urge to do something beginning to form, Frey vanishes, leaving him breathless, flushed, and extremely glad he has nowhere to be.
