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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While it would have been easy to point out that Tallis had begged for help, he just smiled instead. Especially since he was pretty sure that Tallis had basically insinuated she would have killed the mare if he hadn't helped. Clearly she was extraordinarily stubborn to think such things. Or delusional. "Well I'm sure she'll be appreciative. Like most people are when their lives are saved."
He really considered making a run from the barn, weather and all, but while Tallis was cold she wasn't a deadly storm. Oh the irony of that thought. "Why would it be important? Tallis we are, believe it or not, meant to be courting. Usually people talk during that." And it was making Blanca all that more interesting, despite what her parents might want.
Post by Tallis Scorza on Jun 15, 2023 18:26:18 GMT -5
“Meant to be,” Tallis scoffed, “I often think the Phearsons have confused me for one of their mares—a beast to be bred, for surely women have no other function, eh?” She raised an eyebrow at Severus before bending to unlace her boots. While there was a hint of bitterness to it, her tone was mostly playful. Like a cat gleefully batting around a mouse on the floor.
The wind had started to wail and the rain still pelted down on the roof of the barn.
Pinching his brow, Cezar laughed and shook his head. "Ironic you liken yourself to the horse that just tried to trample you." This woman was incredibly complex in ways that he had never known in a woman before. There was a lot about her that was a mystery, like why in the world the Phearsons had taken her in and were now, as she so delicately put it, selling her off. "If you don't like it why not end both our miseries and turn me down?" Peeling off his overcoat, he hung it on a nearby hook, squeezing out his wet shirt. This was miserable.
Post by Tallis Scorza on Jun 23, 2023 11:32:56 GMT -5
Tallis scoffed. Truth be told, she had more in common with an unbroken mare than a little lady like the Phearson girl. In keeping with that theme, she tossed her now only lightly damp hair back with a flourish. Despite her best efforts, she was still soaked. Tallis went back to wringing out her shirt, leaning over so that it dripped onto the stable floor instead of onto her lap.
Cezar’s question made her pause. Though it was an entirely reasonable and expected one, Tallis seemed momentarily stumped. She looked at Cezar with her dark, calculating eyes, considering him before speaking with blunt finality.
“Though I’m repulsed by the idea of marriage, it seems in my situation it is a necessary evil. That being the case,” Tallis sighed, resigned in defeat, “Truth be told, I’m not so sure I can do better than you.” Then, with matter-of-fact indifference, she went back to trying to draw the water from her clothes, though to no avail. As she did, she moved her shoulder in a way she hadn't before and visibly winced.
Last Edit: Jun 23, 2023 11:35:05 GMT -5 by Tallis Scorza
This is one of the many reasons that Cezar was sure that him and Tallis were not meant to be. She acted as though marrying him was just about the second worse thing that could happen in her life. The only thing worse apparently being with someone else. And this was the person that he was supposed to be courting.
Damn her for being just like the untamed and wild horse, and damn the horse for not killing her. Not really of course, but it got frustrating when the person who was supposed to be your future acted like you were a piece of trash she didn't want. "So I'm a necessary evil, what a compliment Tallis."
Rolling his eyes, he noticed the wince, but also decided that she didn't deserve his help again. Not yet. He'd done enough for now. "You good then?" Gesturing towards the woman's shoulder he raised an eyebrow.
Post by Tallis Scorza on Jul 5, 2023 17:43:11 GMT -5
Tallis rolled her eyes. Seventeen and she still hadn’t shaken her bitterness. She could appear as sweet as honey when she needed to, but in the end she was nothing but piss and vinegar. Cezar was not evil himself—he inhabited an oppressive system the same as she did, only he had the good fortune of being born a man.
Grumpy, Tallis started to test her shoulder. “I’m fi—” She moved wrong and hissed with pain. She felt something shift, or tear, or otherwise send a hot flash of pain that made her snap her arm to her side.
Cezar could tell what was wrong. Exactly what was wrong, but Tallis was acting like a child and so he wasn't sure if he really even wanted to help. He would of course, it wasn't his nature to act kind and be another way. His parents had raised him to be a good man and that meant helping those who didn't always ask, like he already had today.
"Stop you'll make it worse. I see this all the time let me help." Stepping towards Tallis, he knew ways to disguise his gift, his parents teaching him ways to make it seem natural rather than gifted in nature. He never understood why he had to hide his gift, after all they were, but they mentioned things like politics and he figured it could wait.
Of course he could only help if she didn't shove him away.
Post by Tallis Scorza on Jul 10, 2023 20:32:46 GMT -5
Tallis’s skin felt hot. Her instinct was to shove him away out of sheer stubbornness. But before she could do so, a crack of lighting broke through the thundering rain, making the horse shriek again. It would distract her enough not to push back against his approach.
“Fine,” she said begrudgingly, holding her arm at an awkward angle and standing still so he could tend to it.
He was slightly surprised when she didn't smack him or at least glare him away, taking a second to register that he could safely step forward. She must have been in serious pain from the injury if she was willing to let him close. So he finished closing the distance and put his hands on her arm.
"It's going to hurt for a moment, but then it'll be better." Massaging as if he was looking for the problem, Cezar tried to sus out the worst of the damage. His hands moved up her arm to her shoulder, rubbing gently at first but harder as he really started to work. There were damaged muscles, easy enough to regenerate and to kill off the wrong ones. Not enough to make the pain cease but enough to make it a dull ache.
Post by Tallis Scorza on Jul 11, 2023 21:15:28 GMT -5
Tallis grunted at his warning. There was no pain that he could inflict that she hadn’t already felt sevenfold. Her father had been brutal in his methods in seeing she was able to control her ‘gift’. It was the only way to keep the world from rotting around her; to keep them safe. So, Tallis welcomed whatever pain Cezar would bring. Pain brought healing. Strength. Betterment.
When his hands moved to her shoulder, something unexpected stirred in her. It wasn’t… well, what was it exactly? Tallis hadn’t felt anything like it before. She was not a sexual creature, not prone to flights of fancy and burning loins the way that Blanka was. This was different, this was—
Tallis inhaled sharply as his hands moved. The ever-moving woman grew still, even leaning into the touch of the man she claimed to despise.
Cezar continued to massage her arm and shoulder as he worked, and although surprised by the reaction he didn't slow. Most women would have winced at the touch, but she had leaned in, the closest they had probably been the entire time they were courting. She smelled like the rain and the earth she had almost been trampled into.
"Tell me if it hurts too much." Deepening the pressure with his thumbs his fingers didn't slip on her wet clothing. He was used to doing this with horses rather than people, but apparently it was something to add to his repertoire. His gaze lingered on her, feeling something shift a little in him in regards to the cold woman he was helping.
Post by Tallis Scorza on Jul 23, 2023 21:00:32 GMT -5
Tallis was surprised by how good it felt. There was warmth, but not burning; discomfort, but not pain. On top of that, the closeness of contact was not something Tallis was used to. Her own father hardly touched her, and when he did it was either a slap across the face or a pat on the shoulder—both done with equal love. But Cezar’s proximity was almost addictive. Not in an explicitly sexual way, but simply out of a craving for human connection. Much to her embarrassment and annoyance, Tallis let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief and…pleasure? Something, anyway.
“You’re just—full of tricks, aren’t you?” Tallis said, trying to maintain her nonchalance but miserably failing.
When Tallis sighed, he at first thought he had pushed to far. But from the look on her face it was far from the truth, if anything she looked... satisfied? It certainly wasn't the reaction he had expected from the hard massage, but if anything it drew him in more. He felt more connected to her then he had in any of their conversations, as if this silent communication of movements was what they should have been doing from the start.
"I wouldn't say tricks. My hands do have a certain nimble gift to them though." With his words he moved his hands a little in position, one of his hands keeping her shoulder stable while he moved the other under the neckline of her dress to better get the front of her shoulder, his hand moving at the muscles of her shoulder. "Tell me if I need to stop because it hurts."
Post by Tallis Scorza on Jul 31, 2023 13:53:25 GMT -5
A nimble gift.
The word caught funny in Tallis’s ear, but she’d learned to be skeptical of her own eternal hopefulness. Even so, she found she stood up a little straighter; paid even closer attention to the way his fingers pressed against her skin. Outside, the storm raged against the walls of the barn. Lightning cracked through the sky, the horse still stirring restlessly in her stall. There was dangerous electricity in the air — not just in the storm without, but between Tallis and Severus as his fingers slipped under the neckline of her dress. Her heart hammered in her chest.
“A nimble gift..." Tallis murmured, repeating his words back to him as if in meditation as she leaned into him.
Last Edit: Jul 31, 2023 13:57:16 GMT -5 by Tallis Scorza