The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
2 month character creation hold for all existing members begins 6/5/2023. Ended 8/5/2023.
10.29.2023
Change in how times flows. Was 4 IC seasons, now only 2 IC seasons per 1 OOC year.
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Post by Zarha Sliva on Aug 26, 2023 2:54:57 GMT -5
With the way he looked at her, made Zarha's heart race. He made her feel like a Queen in his arms. "As long as I'm your Queen, then I will always see you as my king. I am your Queen?" The way he played with her pants made her bite her lips. Moaning softly, goodness.
When he asked her how she can improve her stamina her hands moved down to his bum, feeling his in her hand her smiled showed that she approve. Her voice no more then a whisper "normally I go for a run and try and push myself but..." There was heat in her voice as she. gave him a deep passionate kiss, as she finished she softly bite his lower lips. She then guided one of his hands down her pants for him to feel how wet she is. "I am sure that there are ways you can help with?"
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Last Edit: Aug 26, 2023 5:49:52 GMT -5 by Zarha Sliva
She kissed him and guided his hand south, but her earlier words stuck in his mind. Was she his queen? That she even thought to ask— Leander raised his eyebrows at her. “Have I given you reason to believe that you’re not?” He asked, pulling away slightly. A faint note of hurt incredulity colored his tone. “Have I not treated you like one?”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Aug 27, 2023 2:15:16 GMT -5
Zahra ran her thumb across his check bone, with a soft smile. "Every time I am in your arm's i feel like a Queen..I enjoy the way you worship me. I am sorry if I hurt you." A slight sadness in her eyes as she looked down. Zahra takes his hand, Leander is the best thing about this place. "You have been the first person in my whole life outside my family who helped remind me what happiness is. What it is like to be loved."
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Conversations like these were important, but they required a delicate touch. Too much or too little meant more work in the future, which he was keen to avoid if possible. Luckily, Leander had years of experience.
He let her take his hand, looking down at the connection before finding her gaze again. “Then why would you ask me that?” He asked quietly, a note of vulnerability entering his tone. “Make it seem like I’m doing something wrong when I’m not, when I’m making you happy.”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Sept 14, 2023 6:59:28 GMT -5
Looking at him for a moment, this was all new to her. "I guess." There was a small pause finding the words to say. "this is all new to me, I never had anybody care for me the way that you do. You are the first person I let my walls down to who sees me for me. Not just Zarha the Soldier." She knows she has a lot to learn. Talking about emotions, knowing the right things to say. She never really had anybody who really wanted to listen to her outside other than family. Yes, she had people in the military who wanted her to make friends, but it was different, harder for her, so this is an experience because Leander brought out a side of her that she had forgotten about.
"I am sorry that I made it seem like you was doing wrong." Her eyes were soft as she was asking for forgiveness. Willing to let her walls down. She knows that it dangerous for her walls to be this down with her not being in Cohead for long, but if it going to make her happy.
Leander softened and ran a gentle hand down one of her arms. She was young and lacked the experience that age would grant her. “Come here,” He said, pulling her in again for a hug. “Of course, I forgive you, Zarha. Just don’t do it again.” He stood like that, in silence, body pressed to hers as they breathed together for a moment. Then…
His hands began to trail south once more as his thoughts wandered back toward where they had been. “I can think of a way you can make it up to me.”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Sept 16, 2023 5:43:11 GMT -5
As Leander enveloped her in his embrace, she felt all her worries and fears dissipate. For a moment, she forgot everything else around her and simply basked in the warmth of his touch. It was a pleasant surprise to find such solace in the arms of a man, but she couldn't deny the safety he provided. With her eyes tightly closed, she held on a little tighter and whispered a heartfelt "I promise." grateful for this moment of respite.
Feeling his hands travelling south Zarha smiled softly as she knew what he wanted, "Oh yeah?" Her voice turned slightly playful enjoying his touch. Zarha's eyes travel up to meet his enjoying him, hint of wanting more.
“Oh yes.” Her promise and the absolution it carried was what he had sought, and now that he had it, he could move on to pleasanter pastimes. His fingers returned to where they had danced previously, playing along the waist of her pants, before tugging gently on her shirt. “I believe last time, we agreed that this would go.” His attention dropped once more. “And why don’t we get rid of these as well. Give me something to dream about tonight.”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Sept 18, 2023 17:52:19 GMT -5
As he cast his gaze upon her shirt, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. Her shirt concealed the scars that she had accrued over the years from her diligent practice as a witch. The scars were a reminder of the countless hours she had spent summoning, and the recent ones, only a few weeks old, were particularly pronounced. They had left peculiar marks on her back where wings had emerged from her shoulder blades, leaving behind subtle bruises. If she removed her shirt, she would be unable to conceal them.
She looked towards him a sense of safety upon his gaze. Kissing him softly before stepping back taking her bottoms off,taking a deep breath, she can do this she was with someone who treats her like a Queen. She then lifted her shirt off her revealing her body to him.