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.
UPDATES
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!
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 19, 2022 13:28:42 GMT -5
Cassian's senses danced as they closed in on the deer. Saliva began to trickle from the corners of his mouth. It wasn't that he was hungry for food; he was hungry for the kill. His desire for it grew as they closed in, and when the creatures were in sight it took straining against his nature to keep from bolting. When he hunted with Alys they easily devised plans wordlessly, but he found that Regan in her current state was harder to communicate with. She wasn't like him. Not yet.
So, he looked to her, but rather than trying to communicate he simply took off. Of course he, like her, headed for the largest creature. For him it was because it had the greatest fight.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:28:56 GMT -5
The hunt was on.
Regan sprang after Cassian. The werewolf would easily reach its prize before the hound did, as was his right. Entering the clearing, Regan veered to the left and launched herself at the now startled doe. As she did, Regan’s entire body lit in a blaze of fire reflecting in the dark pools of the deer’s eyes. It bolted, almost getting away before Regan snatched its hind leg in her fist. The smell of burning hide filled the air as the doe shrieked.
The hound did not prolong its suffering. Regan struggled to keep a hold on it as it burned, finally pinning it on the ground and sinking her teeth into its neck. When she pulled her closed jaws away, the deer’s neck would come with them, nearly decapitating the creature and silencing its scream.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 19, 2022 13:29:18 GMT -5
Cassian caught the buck’s bottom between his sharp claws, sinking them into the flesh and holding on as the animal attempted to buck and run. Cassian’s weight, however, prevented the creature from more than a few steps. He then fell, and the werewolf upon him climbed his form like an insect. Reaching its head, the humanoid took it between his paw-hands and turned, snapping the neck most unceremoniously, before his teeth descended, promptly ripping the deer apart.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:29:26 GMT -5
It wasn’t long before Regan quenched her thirst. She was, after all, still confined by her mostly human form, one that did not have the same need to feed as Cassian’s wolf form. The kill was enough to scratch the itch, but when she looked up at Cassian, a different aching took its place. She watched longingly as he tore the animal asunder with the ease and power his form allowed. Her flames died down to nothing, leaving her amber eyes to glow alone in the dark.
Finally, Regan took up her smoldering kill and dragged it to Cassian, laying it before him as an offering. Everything in her, human and beast, craved what the werewolf could offer. Having seen true power, the hellhound despised the imperfections of its form. It wanted to be liberated, and it was a freedom only Cassian could provide. She knelt, blood soaked and wide-eyed, dipping her head in plaintive submission.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 19, 2022 13:29:38 GMT -5
When the werewolf's pray was little more than a gruesome display of blood and guts, of chunks of skin and antlers, the red-wet beast raised its head to the moon once more and sang, a cry of contentment, of homage to the night, to the forces of darkness and power that had created his mighty form. When his song died he brought his massive head down and his eyes fell upon the little hound once again. The little human.
He had already determined to make her his. To take her in, to give her his form, and with it to bring her into his pack, his hunt, his life.
Cassian moved forward on his hind legs and reached down to scoop the little human up. His paws and arms and chest were soaked, thus her skin would be marred with the blood of his kill. His muzzle traveled over her, running across the skin at her neck, between her breasts, and to her stomach before moving up again.
He chose the place between her hip and ribs to sink his teeth. It was a bite that broke her skin but did not sink deeply enough to wreck her body. She would surely buck against the pain, but she'd find herself securely held in his powerful arms.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:29:54 GMT -5
As Cassian drew closer, Regan’s hellhound form melted away to leave her human form in its place. Her heart thundered in her chest as the beast approached. Her base human instinct to run from the predator was screaming at her to flee, but the witch’s hunger for power held her in place. Despite his size and strength, Cassian handled her gently. Regan relaxed into his hold, as the touch of his muzzle comforted her. Regan’s body was slick with blood that warmed her against the night’s chill. Her hammering heart slowed and an overwhelming sense of calm wrapped around her as she looked up at the moon.
The sharp pain of the bite shattered the moment of serenity. Regan reflexively jerked away, but Cassian’s hold remained firm. Cold, searing pain spread slowly out from the bite. Regan stifled the scream that rose in her throat into a whimpering cry, Her eyes flashed, glowing with hellfire as the hound rose to her defense. Her skin started to heat. Cassian would feel it creeping in, starting as a fever but quickly headed toward a flashpoint. Panicked, Regan looked to her king with wild, frantic eyes.
“Cassian—“ His name came more easily to her than she’d expected. Regan struggled against him, fighting against the flames kindling in her chest.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 19, 2022 13:30:28 GMT -5
Cassian maintained a firm hold of Regan, able to break her body in two with little effort but choosing not to. That was true power; that was discipline.
He was able to see the panic in her eye, but he could not deduce its source. He didn’t know the fire was growing in her, and instead expected this reaction to be from the bite. He held her firmer still.
Should her body attempt to ignite, Regan would find the flames would quell as swiftly as they attempted to grow, beat down by the magic of Cassian’s enchanted necklace that would protect him against magic.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:30:47 GMT -5
The pain didn’t matter—only the fear that her fire would consume them both. Regan would continue to struggle as the heat beneath her skin rose. She wanted to speak but her tongue was numb with panic. Her gaze never left Cassian, eyes burning brighter and brighter until her skin lit to match them.
At first, there was relief. Her skin flashed with fire in a second of release before the flames were smothered by the amulet. Its magic felt like a chilling wind, sinking down to Regan’s bones with its stilling cold. She panted, trembling slightly as her now dark eyes refocused on the werewolf.
Regan smiled up at him. Even with the pain, the light of excitement she’d felt when she’d walked into his study with had not dimmed.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 19, 2022 13:31:11 GMT -5
Cassian looked down at the woman in his arms and wondered what would become of her. What would become of them. This step had been practical. She had been tested and showed her aptitude. Despite weaknesses, she was a good soldier, and a powerful witch. These were the kinds of people Cassian needed to keep close. In her case, not just as a Royal Guard, but as a member of his pack. With this bite he had forged a lifelong connection. Assuming she survived it. So when he looked down on her it was not as a king upon his subject, but as a man looking upon someone he had decided to bring close. Someone now, whether she liked it or not, precious to him.
He felt her smile on a deeply personal level, just as the smiles of all those dearest to him were felt.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:31:25 GMT -5
Regan held on to Cassian, hands buried in his fur and holding on tight. Warm blood from the wound mixed with the blood of the kill that still coated her. But despite the pain that still flew like ice through her veins, she felt warm. Secure. Cared for. The human instinct that had urged her to flee Cassian had been smothered to silence forever. Now, Cassian was something to hold close to. Someone safe.
She nuzzled her face against the wolf’s head, breathing deeply as she relaxed into his arms. For the first time in a long time, sleep reached for her to take her into its clutches.
For the first time, perhaps ever, she felt at home.