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
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Izen’s fears and suspicions had been temporarily assuaged by his conversation with Kaalim…but before long he found himself growing antsy once more.
It was too quiet. Coheed was too compliant. He’d see Magda here and there and think to himself that she didn’t seem the slightest bit loyal to Coheed. She was playing a part, he was sure of it. But Kaalim and Rian weren’t.
It was times like these that a man had a choice. Izen could sit on his hands and wait, or he could take action. After much deliberation he decided on the latter. He was loyal to his brothers to a fault.
It took only a little prying to discover what hours of the day the Chieftain’s hut sat empty. The kids would be out, Rian would be out, and Magda was supposed to be out. A clarifying sniff made sure of that.
So with a casual gait Izen entered in. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, only that he needed evidence. Evidence to show Kaalim. To show Rian. To prove that Magda wasn’t the ally she was cracking herself up to be…
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 9, 2023 10:39:52 GMT -5
Magda was supposed to be away, smoothing over a matter with a disgruntled prominent Coheedsman who took issue with his wives being taught to fight. She’d arranged a meeting and believed everything to be set. But when she’d arrived…he was nowhere to be found. Magda furious and fuming, was forced to return home.
She could feel her control slipping away. Magda had always been a savvy political navigator, but as of late she’d grown sloppy. And she had a sneaking suspicion of what—or who—was to blame. Torn loyalty did not make a solid foundation for progress. Magda had always been a Nevermerean above all else, but now…she was fit for neither place.
Magda would storm into the Chieftain’s Hut, her home, and make for her bedroom unless stopped.
Last Edit: Jul 9, 2023 10:47:59 GMT -5 by Magda Ivanova
Post by Izen Cyrilson on Jul 9, 2023 11:33:58 GMT -5
Izen was using his nose as he poked around the hut. There were perks to enhanced smell, though more often than not those with it found themselves encounter one foul odor or another. They learned to get used to it. They learned to differentiate even the personal smells, from body odor to yeast infections to time of the month to frequency of sex. His eyebrows rose at the smells around their bed…
Distracted, it was his ears that indicated a return. He rushed to the closest thing he thought would hide him—a furry curtain covering a window.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 9, 2023 11:38:01 GMT -5
Upon entering her bedroom, Magda started to undress as if her clothes were to blame for her plight. She shucked her bangles off her wrists and took the pins out of her hair, letting her long curls fall around her shoulders. Magda was a whirling dervish, kicking off her shoes and freeing herself from her dress.
She had yet to notice anything amiss, too wrapped up in her own irritation.
Post by Izen Cyrilson on Jul 9, 2023 12:39:33 GMT -5
Izen was mostly hidden, but he could still see. Heat burned in his face as he felt the conviction not to look—but how could he not? A woman like Magda was beautiful, irresistible even. His gaze dropped and rose multiple times, and as her clothes grew more scarce he suddenly felt the need to flea.
“Forgive me,” he said, coming out from the curtain, his eyes set towards the floor, “I should not be in here…” he would try to make a swift exit.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 9, 2023 12:40:50 GMT -5
Magda had stripped down to her slip when Izen revealed himself. She whirled around, eyes flashing first with fear and then with anger. By the time she processed just who it was that had intruded into her home, her brother-in-law was already halfway to the door.
“Stop.”
The small gem on her finger was black, compelling the warrior to obey.
Post by Izen Cyrilson on Jul 9, 2023 12:41:27 GMT -5
Izen was intent on leaving. He should never have come. He would have to tell Rian why he had been there, and it could lead to a host of issues…but he has honor. The door was so close, he was almost free, and then at once he was trapped.
His thinking mind dulled and all that became necessary was obedience. His body stopped. He turned slowly to face his master, usually bright brown eyes glossy.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 9, 2023 12:42:21 GMT -5
Magda smiled with sick satisfaction at the change. At a time when she felt she had lost all the scraps of power she’d gathered, if felt good to have someone caught in her snare.
She approached Izen, reaching for his face and drawing a teasing finger down the bridge of his nose, over his lips, and down to his chest—slowly as she spoke. The ring was stronger with physical proximity, which would work to her advantage.
Post by Izen Cyrilson on Jul 9, 2023 12:45:12 GMT -5
Izen was under her spell, and there was nothing he could do to resist it. His body shuddered at her touch, the dog of his mind not extending to the awareness of his body. Her touch was electrifying, and the Coheedsman was but a man now sprung.
“I was looking for evidence.” He murmured, dark eyes gazing at her but also past her in a way.
Post by Izen Cyrilson on Jul 9, 2023 12:46:23 GMT -5
There would be no misunderstanding. Izen was a rather simple man. His intentions were direct.
"Evidence of your disloyalty to Coheed and my brother." He said it without hesitation, voice still drawling slightly, because he'd had his mind set on this task and those discoveries.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 9, 2023 12:46:48 GMT -5
The hairs stood up on the back of Magda’s neck. She didn’t let her apprehension show, not that it would have mattered if she did. I read, she continued on calmly, running her fingers along Izen’s jaw.
Post by Izen Cyrilson on Jul 9, 2023 12:47:40 GMT -5
“Nothing.” Was it possible for Izen’s disappointment to show through that haze of the manipulation of the ring? But it was the truth. He hadn’t had enough time. Or maybe there was no evidence there. Whatever the case, he was empty handed.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 9, 2023 12:47:54 GMT -5
Nothing.
Magda's mind was spinning, trying to deconstruct all the complicated pieces. Izen was asking questions, with suspicion strong enough to send him snooping into her home. How long would it be before he shared those suspicions with others? Before he took them to Rian? Her husband had recently questioned her loyalty. How much more of a push would he need to turn on her?
Izen was a problem. An obstacle. The last Cyrilson that had yet to be dealt with. A dark seed of an idea crystalized in her mind.
Post by Izen Cyrilson on Jul 9, 2023 12:48:09 GMT -5
Izen was a puppet, a victim to the magic. Her question, however, wasn’t a command; it was an inquiry. Even in his half-mind his numb lips moved to speak the truth.
“You are desirable by any man’s standards,” because look at her; she contested his current wife, and she’d been one of the prettiest of the flock, “but I did not come here for that. I did not come for you.”