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.
5 whole years of Heir Apparent goodness! When I started the site, I knew I was hunkering down for the long haul, but I never could have predicted the numerous twists and turns this roleplay site has seen. Hundreds of plots, characters, and members have come and gone, all leaving marks on the site. I am so very thankful for those who have invested. Because you keep coming back, keep getting on, and keep writing, Heir Apparent has the legacy it does today. Three cheers to us!
The smell of sweet summer was in the air. Emerging from the darkness of his dreams, Kaalim would find himself in a large, circular room, resembling a traditional Coheedian hut with a roaring fire in the center of it. Everything was plush, a mix of Nevermerean and Coheed aesthetics. Furs lined the floor and silks and velvets hung in long drapes. There was an opening at the top of the domed room for smoke to escape through which a sparkling night sky muttered with stars was visible.
Kaalim would see Magda through the flames. A changed creature, though the change would be difficult to pinpoint. Her black hair had a new shine, her curls more definition. Her skin glowed and her once brown eyes now glittered, hypnotizingly black. She was irresistible. Sweet, perfect poison.
“Kaalim…” Magda purred, leaning against a large four-poster bed made of dark wood. She was draped in the same burgundy silk that hung on the walls, held to her body only by binding strips of matching leather. She’d start to make her way to him, footsteps silent on the furs beneath her feet.
Kaalim was asleep. It would feel so real, but it was a dream all the same. Unlike any other.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Dec 9, 2023 19:00:34 GMT -5
Kaalim had went to sleep that night with a full belly, on a pile of deer furs, and surrounded by his wives. When he drifted off into a deep sleep what he emerged into wasn't entirely different from any other dream except...
...everything was a mash of two worlds here and more crisp with detail inhaling here his senses picked up absolutely everything he loved about a Summer night. The fire was warmer. (He moved in his bed burrowing deeper between his wives).
Her voice echoed in his head, he saw her there beyond the flames when he looked a familiar smile spread over his face because this was a dream he'd had many of times; Magda was there most of the times and she was his here in his dreams.
"Kitten," he called her by her pet name and his deep voice was deep but entranced, here he could love her. He didn't hesitate to meet her, "Do you glow ever brighter than the moon?" he recited poetry better here, retaining in dreams what he learned from books.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 9, 2023 23:31:46 GMT -5
Kitten.
Magda smiled: her sparkling white smile that lit the night more brightly than any stars could ever. At that moment, her eyes were wide. Girlish, even, in their admiration of Kalaim’s form. Their complete rapture with his presence. It was a form made irresistible—for he would love her. He wouldn’t be able to do anything but.
“In your eyes? In your hands?” Magda pressed against him, fingers stroking along his cheek, “I could be anything.”
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Dec 10, 2023 21:42:12 GMT -5
His large bare massive arms wrapped around his Kitten, fire burned in his eyes for her like a rising sun and his veins literally froze like ice over his desire for her. Kaalims large hands wanted to worship her body but he settled for a firm grip on her backside, "What do you want? What do you want to be?"
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 11, 2023 8:10:57 GMT -5
Magda smiled, falling into the romance they’d once had as easy as slipping on a comfortable nightgown. She hummed with happiness as Kaalim’s hands gripped her. Whatever Kaalim had remembered her to be, he’d find her even more satisfying than before. Truly a dream in every sense of the word.
“Power,” Magda whispered, stroking his cheek and gazing lovingly into his eyes, “Worship. Adoration.” She kissed him gently, lips brushing his.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Dec 11, 2023 8:58:43 GMT -5
A fire of passion lit up Kaalims thirst for Magda, every touch, their bodies so close together, and her words melted him into her. He was picking her up and carrying her off to the large four post bed.
"I'll give you all you can take my Kitten," he breathed heavily laying her down on the bed removing the single loin cloth around d his waist, "My love, I give all of myself to you..."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 11, 2023 9:06:22 GMT -5
Magda let herself be carried away, light as a feather compared to Kaalim’s strength. She sighed in expectation as he lay her down. They’d been here before, but never like this. Never with a need this strong, with her body so soft, so eager…Magda lifted her face to kiss him as if he were the oxygen she needed to breathe.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Dec 14, 2023 8:02:54 GMT -5
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Kaalim fell with Magda onto the large four post bed, Kaalim on his back and Magda on top but slightly hanging off the side naked and entwined. He kissed her as he pulled a blanket of fur over them, "My Kitten," he whispered between kisses, "Mine...."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 19, 2023 19:56:55 GMT -5
His kitten purred between his kisses, the phantom dream of Magda entangling his body in his as they lay side by side. She was a vision, invading Kaalim’s senses with her sweet poisonous presence. She was an evil who infected her prey with a kiss.
“They’ll come for me, Kaalim,” Magda whispered sweetly, “The Nevermereans. They’ll come for me, but you can’t let them take me. Coheed is my home. My family…” She breathed with a sweet smile, “It’s you.”
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Dec 20, 2023 8:22:53 GMT -5
Kaalim scoffed reaching across his large frame to stroke his Kittens cheek, "I am Kaalim Cyrilson...I am the great Unifier of Coheed...and I am The Beast," there was a small moment where his skin tinged on the border of gray and his voice was a angry growl that highlights the enchanted runes across his chest, "They can try and they can fail..no more of my family will be taken from me...."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 21, 2023 14:30:00 GMT -5
Magda smiled — a broad, dangerous grin, like the crazed smile of a collector admiring one of their greatest treasures. She’d witnessed Kaalim’s power as the Beast once. She knew how useful it could be, and intended to tap into that usefulness when the time came.
As if to seal the contract, Maga kissed him deeply, the sweet nectar of her magic touch twisting its thorns around him even more tightly. Kaalim was hers. Hers, an she would see to it that his loyalty was rewarded—and most importantly, put to good use.