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 Feb 19, 2023 20:32:33 GMT -5
It was unfair, really. All this talk of discipline and disobedience was hardly helping Regan’s desire to burst into flames. She counted in her head, letting the heat of the whiskey on her tongue be the consolation prize for what she couldn’t have.
She finished her whiskey and motioned for another. The bartender raised an eyebrow but poured her one anyway.
“You’ll, uh, have to keep me posted. If you want. I mean, I’m around. Anyway.” Regan smiled, taking the whiskey when it was left.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Feb 20, 2023 14:31:53 GMT -5
He quickly gestures that he'd also like a whiskey now the bartender was at it anyway. He nodded at the man when he placed the glasses down in front of them and then finished the remainder of his ale. He'd wait until the taste had died down a bit before he'd get started on the whiskey. He wanted to cherish every last drop of it.
Aldrich looked at her and chuckled. "I'll come find you to let you know." He decided enough time had passed after the ale and took a sip of his whiskey, breathing out with a satisfied sound after the liquor had sent down his throat. "So, what's next for you, miss Lassiter? Any big plans?" He didn't know how much she liked to share about her tasks and orders.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Feb 21, 2023 17:55:53 GMT -5
Regan chuckled, looking down into her whiskey and swirling it a little before taking another hearty sip. “Wish I could tell you…” She said with a cryptic smirk, looking at him with sparkling, mischievous eyes, “In any case, it’s on to other things. I’ve taken Othello as far as I can. The rest is up to him.” Regan added quickly: “The gifted. The metal manipulator guy.” He probably knew, but it felt weird not to explain.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 2, 2023 6:21:47 GMT -5
He wanted to drag it out her, gear her tell him what she was tasked to do, not because the orders themselves interested him that much but just because he wanted to hear Regan talk more. Did she even kno what effect this mysterious attitude of hers had on a man like Aldrich? He had to keep himself from leaning over the table and begging her to just tell him. But he contained himself, instead chuckling lightly and washing down this almost uncontrollable attraction to her with a dip of his whiskey.
Aldrich raised his eyebrows slightly, nodding to show he knew who she was talking about. "The rest is up to him, what's that mean?" he asked then. From what he knew, she was watching him, almost baby sitting. The man had a wild past and he thought Othello was being surveilled because of that. He didn't know that there was a purpose for him to fullfil.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Mar 6, 2023 19:21:44 GMT -5
Damn, was this whiskey strong. She leaned a little across the table, finding it increasingly difficult to know where to look. Regan’s gaze slipped lazily across Abbott’s face, bouncing from his eyes to his lips and back again. All the animal impulses that lurked just out of reach grew closer to her metaphorical fingertips.
“He has to make a life here now,” Regan shrugged, taking another sip of whiskey as if that would help her situation at all, “He can do it, I know he can, but it’s got to be him. It’s…” She faltered, shaking her head a little as her brow furrowed, “It’s just me now. I’m it. And that can’t last.” She finished her drink and turned her eyes back to Aldrich. He was handsome. So very, very handsome. Once again her eyes flickered across his face before she whispered:
“I should probably go.” Though she made no movement to do so.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 10, 2023 5:44:29 GMT -5
It was hard to imagine what it would be like for someone from Lorendale to start a life in Nevermere. He couldn't imagine himself living anywhere else. Even though Nevermere was far from perfect, he'd chose it over any other kingdom every time. He grunted slightly to make it obvious that he was listening. "Can't rely on just one person", he agreed, taking a sip of his whiskey to settle the thought. Othello was a lucky son of a bitch to be spending so much time with Regan, he thought cheekily.
He saw that Regan finished her drink moments before their eyes met. Silently, she whispered that she should go. Yet she remained seated.
"Should you, or will you go?" he asked, furrowing his brows and tilting his head to the side a bit. "I'm sure they still have plenty of whiskey where that came from." He nodded towards her empty glass. He wouldn't force her to stay, but he was implying that he'd like it if she stayed a little bit longer.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Mar 21, 2023 13:51:36 GMT -5
Regan stalled for a moment, just staring at Aldrich with faintly glowing eyes. The hellwolf paced behind her ribcage. It wanted to burn. To consume. To have and deal with the consequences later. Her fingers twitched as she looked at him, cheeks turning pink.
The full moon couldn’t come soon enough.
“Both,” Regan sighed, moving to leave before adding at the last minute, in a quiet whisper just as before: “Walk with me?”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 25, 2023 11:57:09 GMT -5
He smiled weakly when she sighed and replied with 'both'. He wasn't happy about it, but he understood. But then he caught the quiet whisper, and he was glad he did. The softness of her voice had almost been too silent to be heard with the commotion of the tavern around them, but Aldrich had heard correctly. Walk with me. The officer got up from his chair and nodded, with a little twinkle in his eyes. "Of course, my lady", he responded in a soft voice, but not as quiet as hers had been. He moved over to her side of the table and offered her his arm, but wouldn't be offended if she turned down the gesture. He would walk with her outside, and then follow her wherever she wanted him to go.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Mar 25, 2023 12:04:57 GMT -5
Regan did hesitate—simply because it was not often a man offered her his arm. She took it, breathing in his scent as the wolf screamed to free itself from her skin. Once they left the tavern, the cool night air provided some reprieve, if only for a moment. She tucked herself a little closer toward Aldrich against the chill.
“I'm no noble lady, you know,” Regan said, “Regan’s just fine.” She started down the cobblestones. The sun had fully set, and the torches starting to be lit by conscientious shop owners during the lull after business before nightlife hit the taverns.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 25, 2023 12:13:55 GMT -5
He felt her inch closer, which made the corners of his mouth turn upward. He felt honoured that Regan had accepted his arm. There was just something about having a beautiful woman link her arm through yours.
He chuckled with a light shrug. "I know, but you deserve to be treated like one, Regan." He glanced to the side, studying her face. Her beautiful face. Now he had noticed her beauty, it would be difficult to concentrate next time he saw her in the military wing, or of she needed to save him from annoying cadets once again. "Where are we going?" he then asked, wondering if she stayed at the palace all the time or if she had a home of her own too. And she had asked him to walk with her, so he would.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Mar 25, 2023 12:20:21 GMT -5
Regan’s eyes lingered on the flickering torches. She’d not really given Aldrich’s question that much thought. The where mattered less than the how, and Regan was breathing deeply, his scent filling her senses, claws itching at her fingertips.
“Back to the castle,” Regan said, distracted, “That’s where I’m staying nowadays. I just…” She looked up at him, amber veins in her eyes, footsteps stalling for a moment as she stared.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 25, 2023 12:26:58 GMT -5
She didn't respond to what he said, and he noticed she seemed to be a bit absent-minded. The torches lit up her face, and he saw that she looked serious. No smile or joy on her face. Maybe he had offended her by saying she deserved to be treated like a lady, but he couldn't imagine how.
She did respond to the question about where they needed to go. The castle. He had figured that much. She was in the process of explaining why she was staying there when she cut herself off. Aldrich turned his head to the side and saw that she was staring at him. "What?" he asked while laughing softly, before his eyebrow would furrow in concern. *Are you alright, Regan?"
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2023 12:28:59 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Regan Lassiter on Mar 25, 2023 12:36:53 GMT -5
“Come on.”
It was a growled command, in a voice not entirely her own, one that came with a sharp tug toward a dimly lit sidestreet. If Aldrich would follow, Regan would pull him into the shadows before dragging him close, features hazy with whiskey and gaze full of fire.
Her eyes still faintly shimmered with amber, but that was hardly the point at present.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 25, 2023 12:42:20 GMT -5
The voice concerned him greatly, but on the other hand he didn't mind getting into a dark alley with Regan, out of sight of the few people still outside on the streets. So he followed, against better judgement. She pulled him closer and he let her, bringing his face closer to hers and leaning it against her forehead, forcing himself to try to think clear but the whiskey and Regan's presence made it too difficult. So he closed the distance and kissed her, holding her by the waist.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2023 12:43:01 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Regan Lassiter on Mar 25, 2023 12:49:53 GMT -5
Regan had very few concerns at present. She was a creature that acted on instinct, that wanted and had before she stopped to think about whether she should. Regan kissed him back, supernatural heat rising to her skin. Aldrich wouldn’t see the claws that had grown from her fingertips and pierced through the shirt whose fabric she now held in her fists.