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 Hiram Eldouir on Jan 9, 2023 13:31:10 GMT -5
[ Made for @myla ]
It was the night of tribute. Nothig grand had happened that day. Nothing worth changing anything. The Eldouir had returned into the estate and he servants had started dinner. It was served, they dined, and then everyone broke out to do what they pleased.
It was as Myla was leaving the dining hall, headed wherever, who knew, that Hiram cornered her. That is, he came upon her rather abruptly, in a way that might even surprise her, advancing with a kind of familiarity that was odd following how they had been estranged in recent weeks.
Myla floated almost as a silent, yet terrifying, shadow amongst the Eldouir’s. Queen no more, she let the others shine, though it didn’t stop her from speaking with Elena for a bit like she used to before she’d pick around at their dinner. Almost as if it was the most boring array of food to be placed in front of her before she found a few bites acceptable for her palate.
It wouldn’t be long, Drystan hadn’t been seen in a while and she was… now majorly annoyed. As she stood, a few immediately around her silenced as the former queen moved to leave for the evening, already thinking of a few things she could do to entertain herself. Except like a started animal, she turned quickly at the rapid approach of Hiram.
Her nostrils flared slightly at the quick breath and she knew he’d feel the way her blood and magic stirred as she shifted just enough to meet him head on. Her gaze set on him and her chin ticked up just high enough that she almost looked down her nose at him… almost. “Out,” she answered, her gaze flickering to the way his shoulders had moved at his approach. The familiar gait that made her…
No? He had made it known that she was almost useless to him. A waste of power. Or perhaps it was her own dark thoughts that told her such. Even for as arrogant as she was… And though she had given him an answer, she didn’t move to leave just yet. Her arms crossing over her chest and lifting a brow, encouraging words from him.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Jan 26, 2023 6:26:56 GMT -5
Hiram approached Myla without an ounce of hesitance, as boldly as a snake handler comes upon a wild rattlesnake. Carefully, perhaps, but confident in the nature of the snake. His eyes burned with an excitement that would not be unfamiliar to Myla, and while a small smile rest on his lips, a larger one waited to break free.
“Come.” He beckoned, holding out his hand for her to take. “I want to show you something.” If she complied, he would hold her hand and start to walk.
She looked between that barely contained smile and his hand twice, as if his hand was the snake waiting to attack. But old habits died hard, and Myla was Myla… so she took his hand and allowed herself to be lead out of the room of the other Eldouir’s. “This better not be your way of trying to show me what’s in your pants.”
It was a mutter, but she didn’t recoil from his hold and kept pace at his side. Even for the years of not having to act in court, Myla still walked with every bit of that self entitled noblewoman that she was. The queen she was. Damn whatever Hiram said. That was something that wouldn’t be taken from her. Not in her mind.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Feb 7, 2023 6:31:04 GMT -5
Hiram smirked. If he’s wanted her to see what was in his pants then he would have pulled them down. No, this was much, much more impressive.
“I’ve discovered something new.” He said, his voice low, as if conspiring. His eyes were shining, like little golden fires burning in the honey brown.
“But to show you, I’ll need something from you.” They walked through an open door and into the training courtyard. There wasn’t currently anyone training, as it wasn’t the hour, but there may have been Dresmondi or even Eldouir milling here and there.
Hiram brought her to the middle of the space and turned to face her, her hand still in his.
Something was causing her whole body to bloom with goosebumps. She wasn’t sure if it was the way that Hiram was still holding her hand, or the fact that they walked into a practically deserted training area, or perhaps it was the wildness she saw in Hiram’s eyes.
Or the fact that he needed something from her. Why her specifically? Was she ready? Her brows tugged together with the hundreds of questions she had. She didn’t doubt that he’d heart the increase of her heart beat before she nodded. Assuming he’d give her some instructions… even though her whole being was humming with caution.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Mar 27, 2023 13:05:00 GMT -5
Hiram didn’t hear her heart, but he felt it. The distinct motion of the blood coursing from that beautiful organ quickening in pace. He didn’t mind tampering a little, so little she likely didn’t notice as blood collected in a secret place between her legs. Just a little.
“This is what I need.” He reached the hand not holding hers out towards her face. If she didn’t move away then his calloused fingertips would gently land on her nose, as if he might squeeze it, but it was the softest touch. A warmth would start somewhere high in her nostril, so gentle and subtle that it was very possible that she didn’t notice it. Hiram’s fingers would then swipe at her upper lip, and she’s see that her nose was bleeding.
His fingers moved to his lips. The way he licked her blood from them was nothing short of sensual, golden gaze never leaving Myla’s face.
The magic in her blood was like fire. Fire and fizz and a heavy blow to the head. Hiram’s eyes widened and his breathing quickened and the air around him began to hum in a way that would be very familiar to Myla.
She almost flinched back from the touch, her chin pulling back as his fingers contacted her nose. She prepared for a break, wouldn’t have been surprised if one came. Except nothing. That was until a metallic scent hit her and she realized she smelled blood. She wouldn’t have realized had it not been for that, but felt that callused pad drag over her lips and then head for his lips. She watched him, taking in her blood disappear behind his lips as they stared at one another.
The shift in the air was noticeable. Hiram would see her blink a few times as she checked herself that she hadn’t somehow lost control over herself. Except she also realized it wasn’t her. This was different, she could feel the energy was similar but not the same, and her lips parted in surprise. She wanted to touch it. Stepping closer, she watched him, her head tilting slightly as she reached for this new buzz and made a grasp to control it, twist it to become visible before her eyes. Her red energy pulsing from her now.
Perhaps even reflecting in those hazel eyes of hers.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Mar 29, 2023 14:45:52 GMT -5
Hiram had never touched this magic before. It was strange and new, exotic and invigorating. As soon as Myla reached to control it Hiram lost what he had, because she had spent a lifetime using her gift and he had not. But he wanted it back.
His brow furrowed and he reached the way he would for blood, only rather than the liquid being the object of his target he sought the energy. Not just that which he had generated, but hers. In a flash of red where he but dipped into what she held, what she was capable of, a torrent of magic he didn’t know how to control rushed through him. His eyes were glowing, his skin and hair, too, and his mouth opened wide in a cry of unfettered pain.
Myla was studying every moment of this. How Hiram was pulling something so familiar to her, and trying to control it. She watched him as he reached out, and she didn’t stop him. What he hadn’t known, was the power behind her magic. The pulsing energy until the moment it coursed through him in a way he couldn’t control.
For a moment, Myla watched. Longer than she should have, watching how he cried out in pain from something she so expertly handled. She could let it consume him, let it tear him apart from the inside and call the end to the monster known as Hiram Eldouir. Who would stop her from doing this to each one who resisted her? The darkness inside of her swirled and tempted her ‘do it, leave him with it. He says you are pathetic. Let him see how pathetic you are.’
A well trained dog that she was, with a flick of her wrist, she pulled it back from him. Letting him collapse without an ounce of sympathy lingering on that face of hers. Watching him however he fell, watching his chest… was he breathing?
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Apr 4, 2023 15:12:41 GMT -5
Hiram didn’t collapse. He was still standing. In fact, in the moments angle contemplated leaving him to his decision, Hiram was learning. Through the pain, through the effort to keep the magic from consuming him, he was developing an understanding of what it was and how to manipulate it. There was a reason that he was known for training the most powerful among them. He had learned the ways of magic, though he had never touched them.
The glowing continued but the cry of pain turned into a great gasp, almost orgasmic, as his understanding of this coursing energy began to settle in. It was then that Myla took it, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t need hers. With her blood in his system, he could generate his own.
He did. It pulsed out of him, shaping into tendrils the way he typically shaped blood he manipulated. Hiram’s eyes flickered over them in wonder before moving to Myla. His mouth split into a grin.
The moment she watched him mirror her powers, the way that she recognized and knew the course of energy that he was now twisting made two things happen. One, a heat stirred in her that magic only seemed to do, one that made her breathing slightly heavier and it made her want to reach out and take it. Take it all from Hiram.
And two? A slow moving smile started to curl those fuller lips of hers… which she pushed the energy harder out of her palms. Letting it pulsate in the air and shift the air around them. Her hazel eyes locked onto him.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Apr 12, 2023 14:46:36 GMT -5
Hiram had not understood before. How could he? But now. Now he understood. In touching Myla’s magic, he was discovering a deep, intimate part of her. Where before she had been alone in this, now she was not.
He felt it ebbing. He hadn’t drank much of her blood, just a sip. She would surely sense his hold on the energy slipping away before extinguishing entirely. Hiram gave a pant.
“We are going to train our army,” He told her, eyes on fire, “and then we are going to do whatever the hell we want.”
The fire within his eyes made her whole body tingle. She knew this well, and while she could have been surprised to be included into this plan, she wasn't at the same time. He knew she'd be wasted sitting here at home. She was useful and powerful, he had felt it himself in the moments that were now slipping away from him. But it left her with a rush.
Danger danced in her eyes. Ticking her chin up with a smug look on her face. Her Hiram... always he would be.