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 Aldrich Abbott on Apr 3, 2023 9:17:06 GMT -5
They continued to sway, which must have looked ridiculous to anyone happening to walk by. Luckily it was night, and a passer-by would have some explaining to do. He grinned a bit at her remark about dresses.
"A dress might have indeed helped because you weren't lying, you're pretty terrible", he said jokingly as he let go of her waist for a moment, still holding her hand, to pick up the flask from the ground. He stepped in closer again and uncorked the flask with his teeth, 'spitting' it out away from them before taking a sip from it. He then looked at Regan, tilting her head up a bit by the chin with his index finger before putting the flask to her lips, tilting it slightly to allow her to take a sip as well.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 3, 2023 11:41:32 GMT -5
Aldrich likely didn’t know it (after all, how could he?) but he’d tapped into something hidden and powerful with one simple action. Regan tipped up her chin and let him pour the liquor into her mouth. Control and obeyance. A dangerous, marvelous game. Regan’s eyes flickered with fire—there and gone as quickly as it had come.
Her gaze returned to Aldrich. For a moment, she struggled to find words. “Yeah,” She eventually managed, “No good at all.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 3, 2023 13:59:38 GMT -5
Regan accepted the gulp of whiskey with no complaints, and that awoke something in Aldrich. He looked very serious, but was also very focused on her eyes, maintaining eye contact with her while she drank from the flask. When he removed the flask from her lips, he looked at them while taking another sip himself. He'd focus on the shine of the alcohol on her lips, glistening in the moonlight. She was still looking at him too. Still holding the flask in one hand, he lifted the other and brought it to her face, slowly, using his thumb to wipe a little droplet of whiskey from her lips without saying a word.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 3, 2023 18:01:57 GMT -5
One night closer. It had been hard enough to contain her wolf the night before, but now? Now it screamed to come to the surface. Regan held her breath when Aldrich reached out and brushed the whiskey from her lip. Without so much as a second thought, she stepped forward, brushing her fingers over his lips as a growl rumbled in her throat.
“If I’m not a dancer, let’s try something else.” Regan grinned—a devilish, mischievous grin before stepping back and shedding her jacket in the cold night air. “Come on, lieutenant,” Regan teased, rolling up her sleeves, and adjusting her feet into a ready stance, “Show a girl a good time.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 4, 2023 11:06:23 GMT -5
The growling honestly had him confused but when a woman was as attractive as Regan was, you refrained from asking yourself questions you didn't want the answer to.
He grinned widely when she took off the jacket and got into position, enticing him by telling him to show her a good time. He laughed hoarsely, which may sounds weird but I don't know how else to describe it but it was kind of sexy okay idk.
He would throw a few punches that were very easy to avoid. If Regan did actually dodge them, he would leap forward in an attempt to throw her down on the ground. He'd like to wrestle a bit.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Apr 4, 2023 11:07:17 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 4, 2023 11:10:32 GMT -5
The wolf pawed with eager anticipation.
Regan dodged the first few punches as they were intended. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but her heart was racing and her mind going blissfully blank as the heat her cheeks rose and her animal brain took over.
Aldrich took her to the ground, and Regan didn’t fight it. She’d pull him down with her, rolling over to get on top, but not putting much strength in it. Certainly not all that her wolf form could allow her to.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 4, 2023 11:39:39 GMT -5
Regan dodged the punches which made it easy for him to take her to the ground. She pulled him with her, landing next to her. By the time he had turned himself over on his back, Regan was on top of him. But she didn't do anything, and didn't put kuch strength into her cradling position. Aldrich smirked at her, lifting his pelvis slightly and pressing it against her. The position just called for it.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 4, 2023 11:58:01 GMT -5
Oh yes, Regan felt him. A low grumble vibrated in the back of her throat as she returned the pressure. In a swift movement, she leaned down and lay her forearm across Aldrich’s collarbone, using her other hand to snatch his arm and pin it above his head.
“Is that all you got, lieutenant?” Regan whispered in his ear, something dangerous in her taunting tone.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 4, 2023 12:08:47 GMT -5
He groaned when she whispered in his ear, his arm above his head. He wasn't one to be dominated, but he didn't mind Regan doing it in the slightest. His free hand landed on her thigh/buttock, squeezing it, not too firmly but definitely not softly either.
Aldrich would attempt to free his other hand and if successful he would grab Regan by the throat and push himself up, guiding her up from her lying position as well. Then he'd whisper in her ear: "How far would you like me to go?"
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 4, 2023 15:18:01 GMT -5
The answer should have been nowhere.
Regan hadn’t lied to Warren; she’d told him he couldn’t expect her to behave as other women might. But she also thought of the tenderness with which he’d smoothed her hair and held her against him. If it were another day, Regan might have withdrawn. But the full moon egged her on and drew the hellfire to the forefront at the expense of reason.
Regan wanted to burn—a craving that could be satisfied in many different ways, but not one that could be easily resisted.
As Aldrich’s hand closed around Regan’s throat, a soft whimper escaped through her lips. Her eyes lit like coals, flickering faintly in the dark as she panted under his hand. Regan could feel the rumble of a growl in her chest, threatening to rise.
1…2…3…
Regan’s skin would be hot like a fever or sunburn—unusually hot, but still cool enough for Aldrich to be able to touch. The look in Regan’s eyes was startling. Hungry in every single sense of the word, bordering on predatory. The inky-eyed, rational Regan was gone. Only her need remained.
She grabbed a fistful of Aldrich’s shirt, put her other hand over his from where it gripped her throat and snarled at him with a wolfish grumble.
“Harder.”
It wasn’t an answer, exactly, but it's what she had to contribute.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 5, 2023 2:46:30 GMT -5
Regan wasn't the only one who had been reduced to her need. It had been a while since Aldrich had done something, or wanted to do something. His need took over, and the unusual heath of Regan's skin was lost on him. He wasn't thinking with his head anymore.
The grumble and her response pleased him. Aldrich squeezed harder, making sure to put pressure on the sides of her neck and not the middle. He forced her head closer to his, putting his lips on her while his other hand moved from her thigh to her shirt. He slid his hand under it, putting pressure on her back to press her against him, kissing her furiously. If she allowed him, he would attempt to take off her shirt.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 5, 2023 8:54:32 GMT -5
For a moment, she relented and kissed him back before the last scraps of rationality kicked in.
“No—” Even in the fervor, it wasn’t lost on Regan that they were still in the training yard and, dark and empty as it may be, it would be insane to pursue anything out here in the open. She pulled back, eyes darting around the courtyard to confirm it was empty before looking at Aldrich with the same wanting eyes, fighting the fire in her skin.
“We can’t here,” Regan panted, pulling back if he'd release her. She didn’t really know where, but here wasn’t an option.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 5, 2023 9:11:44 GMT -5
She was right. Here definitely wasn't an option. He let go of her shirt and throat to glance around. "The equipment shack", he said, nodding at the shack that was built against the wall, where they kept the training equipment. Unless this moment of rationality caused her to change his mind, he would try to get from underneath her do they could move to the shack
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 5, 2023 13:35:56 GMT -5
Regan nodded and started for the equipment shed, eyes tracking around the courtyard one last time to make sure it was, indeed, empty. She would trust Aldrich to follow, opening the door with more force than intended. Regan could feel it; the tenuous hold on her restraint weakening with every passing second. Her rational brain was screaming danger, but the wolf was already awake and the fire was already burning.
When she heard the door shut, she’d turn and kiss him with a growl. She'd be even warmer than before.
Last Edit: Apr 5, 2023 13:37:11 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 5, 2023 14:49:46 GMT -5
The decision was quickly made, and the two moved their little activity to the equipment shack. The flask laid sadly on the ground where it had fallen when Aldrich started to use both of his hands. The whiskey seeped into the ground, colouring the sand and dirt a dark shade of brown.
Once the door was closed, Regan turned to him and started kissing him again. He returned her kiss, lightly pulling on her hair, but as his hands tried to lift her shirt again, he noticed that her skin was even warmer than before. "You're so hot", he remarked, which could still be interpreted either way. He'd only wait a second before kissing her again, and again trying to get rid of her shirt now they weren't out in the open anymore.