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 Magda Ivanova on May 27, 2023 21:26:47 GMT -5
Magda met him with equally reckless abandon. The touch of his fingers on the metal behind her neck sent a cold, needle-sharp prickle down her spine. Instead of shying away, she leaned into it with a whimper.
“I’ll lay kingdoms at your feet,” Magda hissed with violence, pulling Rian close, “But if you doubt me Rian Cyrilson, if you turn against me,” her nails bit further into his throat, “I’ll burn this house down with you and me in it.”
She smiled, eyes two pits of eerie, empty blackness.
His chin was held high, staring down the bridge of his nose at her. Her fingers digging into his throat were the first females he had ever felt. Never before would he had ever left his other wives do such a thing, but she wasn’t like them. And that’s why he let that slow curl of his lips happen. “And if you ever turn against me,” his fingers pressed harder into her neck. “I’ll tear you to pieces, bit by bit, and melt down the pieces left of you,” and though it wasn’t tradition in Coheed, he knew the tradition in Nevermere with last names, “Magda Cyrilson.”
His mouth came onto hers in a bruising fashion, nothing gentle and sweet to it. It was claiming and proving a point to her as he dragged her body into his and pushed roughly at her night attire. He tore at whatever laid in his way as he pulled her to the edge of the counter. Fully intending on taking her there and now, as if to prove to her just how indebted to one another they were.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 1, 2023 18:51:37 GMT -5
Magda’s breathing quickened. She pressed into Rian’s hand as it tightened around her throat. She looked wild, like she would at any moment snap her teeth and transform into something more animal than human. But his next words had her melting just as he’d promised.
Magda Cyrilson.
She pulled at Rian with equal ferocity, wrapping her legs around his waist and winding her fingers in his hair. As she heard her skirt tear, Magda bit him—a little harder than she intended, enough to taste blood on her tongue.
This was why he hadn’t flat out refused to marry Magda. He knew she’d be wild, she’d be uncontrollable and never satisfied fully. She was ambitious, she was cunning, and she was ravenous. And she was his.
Her bit drew out a sharp noise from him, blue eyes flashing open to stare at her as the sting of her bite sank in. As the irony smell of blood filled his nose and he watched her, his hand dove between them, between her legs. “Clean up the mess,” he demanded, knowing she’d taste the mess that he was speaking of.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 11, 2023 18:15:48 GMT -5
Magda inhaled sharply as Rian teased her. She didn’t know when it had become the case, but Rian had become not just a political exercise but her husband, and she his wife. It was Rian who had started to cloud her judgment; to make her lose sight of what she’d set out to accomplish. Suddenly, there was something else besides her ambition that motivated her.
Magda’s tongue dragged to catch the dripping blood before her mouth returned to Rian’s.
“Wicked, torturous wife,” he murmured before she was crashing her mouth to his again. Rian had been asked before about his second wife, his third. When would they see more? When would the hear of more chieftain babies and celebrations to come? But each one was silenced and he didn’t dive into further.
He chuckled against her mouth, pushing at the waistline of his pants because he had every intention of taking her right here. “We ask for a visit to Nevermere. It’s been a long time… I don’t see why we could be denied. Call it, research to help us rebuild better after the last present from Nevermere.”
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 20, 2023 19:21:56 GMT -5
Wicked and tortuous indeed. Magda tugged up her skirt the rest of the way, kissing Rian back with equal fire. When he pulled away, she resisted. Barely listening she nodded with hazy eyes and a sparkling smile.
“As you wish, chieftain.” She purred, winding her fingers through his hair.
She was radiant, his little viper, his Nevermeran queen and his wife. She agreed, and he didn’t waste any more time with words, not as he took hold of her chin and pulled her mouth to his, and moved to take the space between her legs.
He’d have her there in the kitchen but wouldn’t end there, he’d move them from piece to piece of furniture or wall through the house until he completely ravished her in their bed.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 23, 2023 10:01:36 GMT -5
[ FADE IN ]
Magda’s heart thundered as she curled against Rian. Just as always, she settled in the crook of Rian’s arm, drawing absent-minded patterns with her finger on his chest. The familiarity was more warming and comforting than any fire. It was a safety Magda had never felt, one that little by little she’d become totally and utterly intoxicated by.
She wouldn’t speak first. Instead, she’d just lean into the simple peace of the moment in a world of such chaos.
Rian laid with his eyes closed, but arms wound around Magda, a touch of blood still smeared across his skin and his heart pounding in his chest. He licked his lips, swallowing to re-wet his throat before his lips parted and he drew in mighty breaths. His mind focusing on her little patterns and how they didn’t quite seem to make sense but were consistent.
He raised a hand, slowly running his fingers over the metal that ran along her spine before falling off. A reminder that someone had once almost pulled her from this earth. “What a shame that would’ve been. Safer for all human kind… but shame.” He murmured, teasing as he turned his chin towards her to look at the dark, ruffled hair. The light in the room bright enough to cast shadows.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Aug 1, 2023 15:10:26 GMT -5
Magda didn’t have to ask what he meant. Her body prickled with cold as his fingers ran down her metal spine. Magda had rather grown to relish the sensation. It was uncomfortable, but awakening. It reminded her that—despite everything he’d endured—she was still alive.
“Think, Ryan Cyrilson,” Magda teased, a wicked grin lighting her features, “Think on all the times you likely wished for my death, only now to call me wife. The universe has a sense of humor, does she not?”
“The universe?” He pulled back just enough. Angling his face to stare down at her with an incredulous look on his face. “No, I believe you have quite the humor on you.” He tugged her closer, if it was even possible and rolled his hip against her. “It was you who suggested such a match was it not?” Rian clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“Was it the rumors of what I was doing to those fine women of Nevermere that made you want a piece of me all to yourself? Was I to be just a replacement for you?” He mused as he watched the flames light flicked across the ceiling.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Aug 17, 2023 16:34:59 GMT -5
Magda made a ‘hmm’ sound as if she declined to comment on the matter. She had nudged the needle, for reasons she had yet to grapple with. She laughed darkly at the mention of being a replacement, shaking her head and narrowing her eyes. “Oh the rumors were tantalizing, I must admit,” She purred, hand drifting down his chest, to his abdomen then back up again, “The men of Nevermere just don’t fuck the way you Coheedsman do. But that aside…” She trailed off for a moment before saying with a grin still on her face, “If you must make me admit it, there is nothing you could replace then or ever. Not ever.”
She knew how to handle him, how to stroke that ego of his and make his chest puff up just slightly at the mention. Men of Coheed, him being one, clearly held up to the standard she expected and… deserved. But it was the last part, that had him lean back and look down at her with a questioning brow, a small smile on his face. He looked at her soft skin, the straight ridge of her nose, the way her hand drifted lazily across his chest.
“I cherish you, my wife,” he said it lowly, letting her hear the rumble of meaning in his tone. “And I’d dare say… I’ve come to,” he paused, as if looking for the word before back to her. Taking her chin with his hand and tilting her face up to him so he could look her in the eyes. “I love you. My wife, my pain in the ass, my viper.” He didn’t kiss her then, instead letting her look and see the truth in those blue eyes of his first.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 8, 2023 14:32:27 GMT -5
Maybe she should have seen it coming. It had lived in the gentleness with which Rian held her, in the lustful, playful sparkle of his eye. When he took her chin and gazed into her eyes, she saw the words written in the blue before he spoke them.
Love. Was that what this was? The warmth of the unlikely bond that they’d forged? The one that had made Magda all but forget the land of her birth? She’d thought herself beyond being able to feel such a thing as love, but when Rian kissed her, a key turned in a lock somewhere in the vacant hallways of her heart.
“I love you.” Magda whispered breathlessly against his lips, impossibly dark eyes looking to meet his.