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.
New gifted family of Lorendale added to the Families of Importance, the Decarlos!
At the beginning of February 2022 the site will experience a 5 year time jump! The IC year will jump from 822 to 827! This gives us about 8 months to prepare our characters for that jump. We plan to host very intentional planning sessions to help everyone get their plots and characters ready for this! As of this moment, one thing you should all start considering is making sure the threads your characters are in are furthering your character's stories.
It was a little bit of a surprise to not feel the bed under her backside but instead, he was carrying her into the bed alcove she had. It was a plush cave in her caravan, comfortable and firm at the same time- just the way Tempest liked her bed. She would let out a soft sigh at the weight of him on top of her, her hips tilting and lifting a little up against him as she nestled against him more. This felt good. She felt secure and safe under him right now and it let her just relax and pull him to her as their kiss deepened.
Her hands were exploring his back, the tips of her fingers tracing the dip of his spine while the other played in his dark hair. Soft little sighs and moans left her as she kissed him, her tongue slipping out to tease his lips and ask for silent permission- screw sleep right now, she was happy as a clam right here under him.
He sank into her hips with his own. He was distracting himself and he knew it. It wasn't really fair to Tempest, but she seemed just as willing to use him as a distraction. He shifted under her hands against his back. His muscles twitching under touch. Sore and tired from the fight earlier in the day. But living for her smooth hands on his skin.
Her tongue brushing his lips got an immediate response, he parted his own and met her tongue with his own. His hand fisting her dark hair and tilting her head even more. Giving him better access to her kiss. Though after a moment, he would slow down. HIs kisses started to drag out and slowly he would roll to the side. "We both need the sleep." He said softly. He enjoyed the distraction but he also knew that they definitely needed the rest. They had long days ahead of them. For the caravans, for themselves, for those taken. He'd tuck her against him as he settled onto his back, a soft hum in his chest for a moment.