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!
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Aug 21, 2023 7:22:27 GMT -5
Cassian’s hand rose swiftly at her words, as if he might strike her, but if he was quick enough his hand would take purchase at the base of her head, tilting her face towards his as he drew in. There should have been a kiss then. His lips should have descended onto hers. They didn’t. Still, the intensity in his eyes was impossible to miss.
He didn’t say anything. He should have, but he didn’t.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Aug 21, 2023 7:23:26 GMT -5
Regan’s question was nearly cut off as he pulled her in. She readily folded against him. Her hands balled up into his shirt as she tilted her chin upward. Regan would be what he needed—she’d make sure of it. Whatever that was, she’d mold herself into that form, so long as it was her and not Alys. Regan’s eyes glowed distantly with crackling veins and her skin warmed like a rising fever. Her gaze shared his intensity but also had a spark of animal frenzy in it as well. Lust was a feeling that sprung up in Regan needing little encouragement, something that was evident from the way her breath quickened.
Regan’s eyes bounced from Cassian’s lips to his eyes, then back again. All the while she counted, trying to contain the fire in her chest and trying not to reach too far too soon.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Aug 23, 2023 5:30:43 GMT -5
The heat in Regan’s eyes was mirrored in Cassian’s. She surely could not have missed it. But where Regan was a creature of fire, Cassian was one of ice. In his youth he had succumbed to the lust of the flesh, folding, melting when the heat grew too strong. In this moment, however, his chill prevailed.
Rather than claiming Regan’s lips, Cassian hovered just in front of them for a long moment before saying,
“You are exactly what this pack needs.” And with those words, his hand fell away and the moment passed—at least for him.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Aug 23, 2023 17:20:51 GMT -5
Regan had claimed her place at Cassian’s side, but it wasn’t until that moment she saw the other place she yearned for still just beyond her reach. Real or imagined, Regan felt what she wanted from Cassian was something she had yet to earn. Regan meant it—that she’d be what he needed, and for now, Regan wasn’t sure of the totality of just what that was. That thread of restraint, that touch of pause was enough to keep her from rushing into the flames—for now, anyway.
In the moment’s pause, Regan’s hand rose to his cheek. Her fingers brushed along his jaw, marveling at him as if he were not a man but a deity to be worshipped.
“Then I won’t fail you.” Regan’s voice was still an unrefined mumble, but softened now by wide-eyed wonder.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Aug 28, 2023 7:25:54 GMT -5
Cassian took her words as a promise. A promise he knew she wouldn’t keep. Couldn’t keep. Everyone failed him eventually. But still, that she would strive to that end was enough.
“Good.” A curt response, punctuated by his movement away from her, leaving the parapet, no doubt heading for the hall, his study, and his desk.