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 13, 2023 11:30:41 GMT -5
Consequences weren't something Aldrich was thinking of. The fact that women could get pregnant always seemed to slip his mind. He just acted on his impulses and enjoyed what it brought him, so he didn't look any differently at Regan now that they had finished what they had started a little over a week ago.
Aldrich started getting dressed again too. He buckled his belt before looking at Regan when she asked to keep it between them. "Don't worry, I don't kiss and tell", he said with a wink. He put his shirt back in and grimaced slightly when he noticed the claw- and burnmarks on his chest. "Is it for the best that I don't ask, and assume you and Lady Delaney are similar in a way?" He didn't need the information, and wouldn't make Regan uncomfortable by demanding to know what had came over her. It was none of his business, and he respected her privacy.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 13, 2023 11:55:57 GMT -5
Regan’s heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t let the internal panic surface on her face. How could she have been so careless? Whatever consequences she might have been thinking of, how had she failed to see this one? Questions. Questions that Cassian didn’t need. Ones that she’d drawn just because she wanted—
“I don’t know anything about Alys; I was surprised as everyone else,” Regan shrugged nonchalantly, “What I’ve got going on is…different. An accident I brought upon myself. Honestly, more problematic than it is useful.” Downplay. That’s what Regan had decided to do. She tucked her shirt in before slipping her feet into her boots, not bothering to tie them.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 13, 2023 12:23:07 GMT -5
He finished clothing himself and moved over to a wall of the shack to lean against it, watching Regan as she put on her boots. "It was quite a surprise, yeah", he said. He didn't know how it was possible for Alys to turn into a werewolf, but he was sure magic had its ways, and it wasn't up to him to think about it. "I see." It was clear that Regan didn't want to talk about it, and she didn't have to. He offered her a reassuring smile. "Seriously, don't worry. I'm sure those who are supposed to know, know about it, and I won't be tellin' anyone else." He didn't want her to worry about things she shouldn't worry about. He didn't care what it was. Not in a mean way, but simply because it was none of his business. Regan seemed to be able to control it well enough anyway. He didn't know if she wanted to stay a little longer to talk, or if she wanted to leave and head to bed, so he remained silent and scratched his stubbly chin. He felt comfortable around Regan. He wouldn't mind hanging out a little longer, but also wouldn't mind going home. This had certainly taken a load off his mind, and he was simply content to be.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Apr 13, 2023 12:25:35 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 16, 2023 9:35:04 GMT -5
Regan breathed and an internal sigh of relief, though nagging anxiety still tugged at the edges of her consciousness. She’d have to be more careful now. Before, her secrets had been her own to do with what she would. But this one belonged to Cassian, which was a different matter entirely. Regan smiled at Alridch, still a little uneasy, but clearly grateful.
“Thanks.” Her last boot secured, she ran a hand through her hair to smooth it. Even though the roof of the shed sheltered her from the moonlight, Regan could still feel its beams calling to her wolf. She breathed deeply.
“I should probably, uh,” Regan cleared her throat a little, blushing, “Ya know. Head out.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 21, 2023 13:48:55 GMT -5
It appeared that he had been lying previously, to himself. He did mind if she left right now. But it only took a few seconds before he was unbothered again. She could do whatever she wanted, and he didn't care about it. "Sure", he said, still grinning a bit. "If you're going to be awkward about it, then go ahead, by all means." He was still just joking around.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 27, 2023 10:19:06 GMT -5
Regan turned beet red, a sad sheepish smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Even though she’d satisfied her hunger, Regan found herself feeling empty. Insecure. Uncertain of what came next or what this all meant. There was no doubt that Aldrich had appeal. His cocky, casual demeanor demanded nothing of her. He’d embraced her violent, wanton desires without protest. It was easy. Simple. As far as she understood, this was exactly what it appeared to be: the scratching of a carnal itch—nothing more. Which was all she wanted.
Wasn’t it?
“Awkward comes with the territory I’m afraid,” Regan mumbled with a sigh and the same bashful smile, “But again, I, uh,” she hesitated, “I’m sorry about the—” She gestured vaguely at his chest, indicating at where she’d burned him.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 29, 2023 13:32:37 GMT -5
It brought him joy to see how red she turned after his little remark, so he chuckled at the sight. Regan apologised for the harm she had done to his chest, but the lieutenant shrugged lightly, brushing it off. "It'll heal, don't worry 'bout it." The conversation seemed to have reached its ending, and Aldrich didn't know what else to add. "Well... Goodnight then, miss Lassiter", he said with a wink, assuming she was still about to leave.
Post by Regan Lassiter on May 2, 2023 11:13:08 GMT -5
Aldrich was painfully handsome when he winked, though Regan had a feeling he knew that. A tiny little wolf-whimper of need escaped her throat before she could stifle it. She had to get out of here.
“Night…” She squeaked out. After one last lingering look, Regan exited the shed, peek out first to make sure that there was no one about. But it was late. The night was still and empty, and so Regan slunk away into the dark and back to her bed.
Once alone, Regan was still restless. A hollow emptiness sat in her chest. Calmed someone, she started to turn to other matters at hand. Well, one matter in particular.
Alys.
[ END THREAD ]
Last Edit: May 2, 2023 11:47:39 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter