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.
UPDATES
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 Apr 6, 2023 10:57:17 GMT -5
1…2—
Regan lost the three somewhere. She lost Aldrich’s words in the rush of her heartbeat in her ears. Her shirt whipped off her body, falling to the ground as she started to shred at Aldrich’s buttons as she kissed him. Regan’s pace was furious, her manner insatiable. Her breath was ragged as a low growl continued to hum in the back of her throat.
Regan’s temperature would only continue to rise as she started to fumble at Aldrich's belt.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 6, 2023 13:52:29 GMT -5
Clothes were going everywhere, Regan's shirt was on the floor and soon after his was too. He ran his hands up and down her body, leaning back for a moment and breaking contact with her lips to allow her to unbuckle his belt more easily. He'd then attempt to lift her up, if he let her, moving so he could press her back against the wall, trying to get her underpants out of the way.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 6, 2023 14:07:51 GMT -5
There was no way Aldrich could have known.
Warren had the unfair advantage of understanding that he was, quite literally, playing with fire. He’d known the dangers and behaved accordingly. Aldrich was giving Regan what she craved—letting her lose control, feeding her need without restraint—and perhaps on any other night she could have let it sweep them both away. But the silver moon was ripe, and Regan’s beast was too close to the surface to be entirely contained.
Regan stopped counting. Her temperature rose. And when her back hit the wall, she started to light. Regan’s hands were first, handprints starting to sear into Aldrich’s chest like branding irons, claws protruding to mark his skin. What Aldrich did in these next moments would matter a great deal for them both.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 6, 2023 14:23:44 GMT -5
The temperature of her skin got too high to ignore, and before he realised what was going on, he felt a burning sensation on his chest, the hair on it sizzling under her hands. The claws had caught his flesh too, a bit of blood dripping down from it. He'd put her down carefully but quickly. He didn't understand what was going on, but after the ball, he wasn't surprised at these eitches' secrets anymore. He did realise it was still Regan, but didn't know what was happening to her.
"Regan, what's happening?" he asked, out of breath.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 10, 2023 14:09:30 GMT -5
“No—” Regan didn’t want him to stop. When he put her down, her instinct was to reach for him and pull him back, but the smell of burning hair had reality kicking in. A wolfish whimper left her as she pressed against the wall of the shed, squirming a little.
1…2…3…
Again.
1…2…
She felt her temperature start to drop, the wolf started to settle. “I can do it,” Regan pleaded, panting as she reached for Aldirch again, “I can do it—” If Aldrich let her, she’d go to kiss him again.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 11, 2023 4:07:22 GMT -5
He initially allowed her to kiss him again, but after only a few moments he gently took some distance from her face so he could look at her. Aldrich put his hands on her cheeks and gently stroked them with his thumb. It felt wrong to continue now, before he knew what had happened. She didn't feel as hot anymore. "What happened?" he asked again, more persistent this time. Aldrich wanted to keep kissing her and have some fun, but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he took advantage of the state Regan was currently in.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 11, 2023 12:48:02 GMT -5
No.
No, no, no.
Regan would growl softly when Aldrich parted from her, seizing onto his arm as if he might try to run. She could smell the burning and the blood, but even still, the violent lust that plagued her made Regan desperate to reach for him again. Her breath came in short spasms, her hazy eyes flickering with fire. As Aldrich stroked her cheeks with such care, much like a child throwing a tantrum, Regan was stuck somewhere between wanting to cry hot, angry tears or rip his throat out with her teeth.
“It’s—it’s complicated, I just…I burn, but I can control it—” Regan’s words fell desperately one after another, voice sounding more like a whine than anything else, “I can do it. Please, I can do it…” Regan would hook a finger in Aldrich’s belt and tug him closer.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 11, 2023 17:38:58 GMT -5
It felt like she would burn even more if he didn't comply, so he let her pull him in closer again. He didn't mind the blood and the burning, and the whiskey and the lust made him want to see what would happen, how Regan would respond to his touch. "Okay", he mumbled against her lips after he had placed them on hers again. "You lead the way then, so you're more in control." His words were almost a whisper, said in between breaths as he tried to make eye contact with her. His hands found his way again, going up and down her back, her body.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 12, 2023 12:14:31 GMT -5
Regan knew she’d hurt him, but at this moment didn’t care. Though she could smell the burnt flesh, the blood dripping down his chest, it wasn’t enough to stop her. And surprisingly, it wasn’t enough to stop Aldrich either. She fell back in, kissing him as she undid his belt and slipped it free.
“I can control it, but you have to help…” In a motion that was too quick and practiced to be a whim, Regan slipped the belt around her neck and brought up Aldrich’s hand to take the long tail in his grasp. “I’ll tear you apart if you let me,” Regan whispered against Aldrich’s lips, “So don’t let me.”
Regan’s eyes flickered like flames in the dark, bright enough to faintly glow in the dark of the shed.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 12, 2023 12:33:08 GMT -5
She was convincing, and he believed that she would be able to control it. Looking back on this moment, he wouldn't be able to understand how he was able to keep moving forward with this, knowing now that the situation was dangerous. But in that moment, he wasn't thinking clearly, and especially not when a woman was standing in front of him with a belt around her neck, practically begging him to hold on to the other end of it. So he complied and took the tail of the belt in his hand, tugging on it a bit.
The possibility of being torn apart was a thrill, and where he should have stopped, Aldrich continued. He kissed her fiercely one more time after she had whispered against his lips before he would attempt to turn her around so the back of her head was facing him. With his free hand he pushed down his pants so they dropped to the floor, before he would attempt to push down Regan's pants and underwear. And to keep himself safe from the claws, he would try to head her arms and fold them behind her back, to hold her wrists on her back and the belt in his hand so she could go nowhere. Then, and only then, if he succeeded, he would try to get the deed started.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 12, 2023 12:42:24 GMT -5
Aldrich, as the kids say, understood the assignment.
Though Regan wriggled in Aldrich’s grasp, she didn’t struggle. He turned her and snatched her hands easily behind her back. Claws still dragged at her fingertips, but they no longer threatened him. Aldrich wouldn’t be able to see her flexing fangs but the glow from her eyes continued to faintly light the dark of the shed.
Regan growled at him at first, but her growl was different than before—still low and rumbling but softened by a needful whine that vibrated through her whole body.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 12, 2023 15:05:19 GMT -5
Although she did put up a small fight, she didn't struggle too much and allowed him to be in control. He wanted this to be pleasurable for the both of him, but also didn't want to get ripped apart by the beast that resided within the Huntsman. Growling sounds still filled the silence around them, but they were different now. "Good girl", he whispered under his breath.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 12, 2023 19:28:28 GMT -5
[ Fade in ]
Good girl.
There were few words in the world sweeter than the ones Aldrich had so easily uttered. Regan would need firm correction, careful coaxing, a strong hand, but in the end, it was those two words that would bring her to the other side—and Aldrich, unscathed.
Regan would wait to be released, dark-eyed and trembling with satisfaction, before turning around to face Aldrich again.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 13, 2023 6:03:18 GMT -5
He slowly let go of her wrists and the belt, so Regan could move again. He was still panting, but a grin formed on his face when she faced him, pushing some hair out of her face and tracing along her face when he was done with her hair before bringing his hand closer to his body. "You okay?" he then asked. Like a true gentleman, he would help her pick up her clothes so she could get dressed if she wanted to. "You're quite the animal." A dumb joke, but what were you supposed to say when you found out that there was a beast inside of someone?
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Apr 13, 2023 6:03:50 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 13, 2023 10:57:26 GMT -5
Regan returned Aldrich’s smile hesitantly. Her hunger had been satisfied, and now the reality of what came next was starting to sink in. Regan had always been one just to act. Consequences were secondary to the here and now. But with everything that had happened in the past week…things were different somehow. For a multitude of reasons.
But that didn’t stop her from blushing when Aldrich pushed her hair from her face. Regan nodded, still catching her breath before starting to dress as Aldrich handed her clothes to her.
“I’m something alright,” Regan mumbled with a sheepish grin and a soft snort of laughter as she flung her shirt over her head, “But, uh, if that fact could stay between us…that’d be ideal.” Now partially clothed, Regan looked at the scalded handprints on Aldrich’s chest with an apologetic grimace.