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!
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 28, 2022 20:22:54 GMT -5
Regan intended to pursue. She lurched up before stooping as her body started to contort. She hissed in frustration as she tried to stop the thing her every instinct was begging for.
“One—“ Regan fell to her knees, digging her claws in the earth as she tried to keep herself whole. “Two—“ The number was lost in a snarl as her eyes burned with fire. “Th—“ Regan shrieked as she held to the earth. Her body snapped and contorted, fighting with itself until finally the human won out. Regan’s fight had ceased being one with Cassian. The whole time she’s been exposed. If it were another foe, they could have slain her. If Cassian attacked her, he’d have an easy time of it.
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 Oct 28, 2022 20:23:04 GMT -5
Cassian hung back, weapon pointed towards the earth, and watched Regan fight her demon. No, control her strength. As much as he might have preferred that they walked unashamedly in the light in these forms, he knew Nevermerean was not ready for them. Not yet.
When she won out she’d find him standing by, his vigor for their exchange ended, a small, quiet smile on his lips. A proud smile.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 28, 2022 20:23:32 GMT -5
Regan looked up at Cassian with vulnerable desperation; with the eyes of a starving child being denied sustenance. Sitting back on her knees, Regan shook her head a little, a breathy chuckle accompanying a crooked, bashful smile.
“I just—“ Regan paused, unsure of what it was she felt and even less sure of how to express it. She searched as if the answer might be hidden somewhere in Cassian's features. Her smile softened a muted sadness in her eyes. “It’s all I want. All I think about. It’s everything.”
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 Oct 28, 2022 20:24:03 GMT -5
Cassian closed the distance between them and offered his hand. Of course, she didn’t need help standing. This wasn’t to help her. This was a natural way to touch her, to connect. If she took it then he’d hold his arm still to help her leverage to her feet, and he’d keep hold of her hand.
He understood. He never would have used those words, but something in him swelled as she said them, expressing a deep, practically inexpressible truth in such simple terms.
“And yet,” he said quietly, hold still fast, “if it was the only thing you had, would it be enough?” He tilted his head after asking, as if observing her face at a different angle would disclose greater secrets.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 28, 2022 20:24:18 GMT -5
Regan visibly relaxed as she took Cassian’s hand. The fire was distant, flickering in amber veins as she looked up at him with wide and shimmering eyes. What she wanted to say was yes. That the wolf was about more than the freedom of wildness. It was about more than its beauty that eclipsed that of her human form. It was about companionship. Belonging. Things that she’d sought for all her life and were now within reach.
“I don’t know,” Regan finally said, matching his volume, “Maybe.” It was an incomplete answer, but an honest one.
Regan raised her other hand, hesitating for a moment before moving to rest it on Cassian’s chest. It wasn’t a heated gesture. Regan's desire was far more simple: proximity. To be as close to Cassian in her human form as she was in her wolf one. If he pulled away, she’d let him. If he didn’t, she’d step into him and slip her arms around him in an embrace.
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 Oct 28, 2022 20:32:03 GMT -5
It was an honest answer, but it was the wrong answer. For Cassian, anyway. He wanted it to be wrong for her, too. Insisting on his ideology, however, was not the way of the young man nor the way to change a heart. It would take time and effort and intentional exposure to help Regan discover all that Cassian had, to help her see the importance of Nevermere and what he was trying to do for her; for her to see the importance of him, and her at his side, along with Alys and anyone else that might join their pack. This was the long-term plan, and they were the end game. He had no doubt.
He did not shy from her touch. In fact, he leaned towards it ever so slightly. Even the lonely king wanted touch, at times, and though Regan might have been doing it for herself it served him, too.
Cassian's arms enclosed around Regan, encasing hers, drawing her in tightly. The hold was nothing short of possessive. His eyes scanned the trees behind her as if something might spring forward to take her from him, and the set of his eyes indicated just how viciously he would fight to preserve her. To preserve this. To preserve them. Because she was, whether she liked it or not, by nature of being a werewolf and a part of his pack, his.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 28, 2022 20:59:53 GMT -5
Regan was not a complicated creature. She didn’t come with ideals and an agenda, with an ideology and political ideals. Regan served Nevermere because it had pulled her out of squalor and given her a home. Whether its pursuits were moral or immoral, wise or foolish did not matter. She served Nevermere the same way she’d serve Cassian: with unflinching loyalty, come what may.
She folded against Cassian and buried herself in his arms. Even with the itch of the wolf still so close to the surface, Regan felt content. Because this, this, was enough.