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!
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 Sept 15, 2023 12:02:29 GMT -5
[ Made for Regan Lassiter | Takes place before Iliana’s address in Lorendale ]
Cassian was deeply, deeply frustrated. His confidence in his military was weary, and the tension in his pack mates was thicker than the castle’s concrete walls. There was unrest in both Cambria and Coheed and he was writing out plans to make a change in both cities, starting from the top.
It had been hours since he’d sat at his desk, and he needed a break. He set down the quill in his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a quiet minute before calling.
“Regan.” She hadn’t been outside when he first came in, but he had heard her out there an hour ago and was sure she’d stay until she interacted with him at least once.
Cassian stood from his desk, portkey in hand. Did he even have to tell her why he’d called her in?
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 15, 2023 12:20:02 GMT -5
Regan too was deeply, deeply frustrated—though it was a frustration of a simpler, entirely different kind.
It had been several days since her return from Cambria, and…well, she’d been idling. Cassian hadn’t called for her—which he wasn’t obligated to, she told herself. He was the king after all, and he had duties and obligations she couldn’t even fathom. He’d call when she was needed. He would. Eventually, he would.
But that didn’t stop Regan from laying awake at night. That didn’t stop the constant agitation, the neediness that sometimes felt like fire, other times like distant tears. Regan was, in the grand scheme of things, a new wolf still struggling to contain herself. Moreover, she’d just clawed (or burned) herself into being the alpha that only magnified the compulsive obsessiveness she was already prone to.
So, over the past couple of days, she’d started to lurk. Regan stayed just out of Cassian’s way but always close at hand, standing just outside every door, staying just the next hall over. One night, she’d even sat outside his room after he was in for the evening, staring at the wood as if that would make it collapse in on itself.
Regan sometimes wondered if she was losing her mind.
She was just outside the door when she heard her name. Regan quickly stepped to the door, opened it, and swiftly slipped inside. She stared at him, vibrating with uncertainty and unstable excitement. That only intensified when she glanced at the portkey.
“Your majesty.” Regan stepped to the side so he might go through the door first, but her eyes didn’t leave him.
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 Sept 15, 2023 12:39:33 GMT -5
Cassian might have summoned Alys to run with them, but she hasn’t been the same since she returned from Dresmond. She wasn’t at the ready for Cassian. She had her children and whatever else she filled her time with to keep away from her king. He hadn’t seen her since she’d been healed, not personally nor anywhere in the castle. Thus, it would only be Cassian and Regan tonight.
He put the portkey in the door and took them to the cabin.
It was evening, not yet dark but definitely quickly approaching. In the forest, however, even dusk was dim enough to feel like night.
As soon as they stepped through, Cassian felt a rush of relief. He didn’t hesitate to silently remove his clothes.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 15, 2023 12:43:03 GMT -5
Regan (as always) followed close behind. Alys’s absence didn’t cross her mind. When she’d first been changed, Alys had been in Dresmond. Regan had fallen into a rhythm without her, and so to have her not with them felt more natural than not.
Once in the cabin, Regan started to undress, shucking her boots off her feet and working at her ties and buttons with near-frantic, eager fingers.
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2023 12:43:11 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter
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 Sept 15, 2023 12:44:34 GMT -5
Typically, Cassian undressed with his back to Regan, giving her privacy. Today, for whatever reason, he faced her, allowing his eyes to flicker up from the buttons and laces to glance at her progress.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 15, 2023 12:47:15 GMT -5
Regan was practically panting. She didn’t notice Cassian’s glances, nor did she consider the fact the setup had changed. When she’d finished, her clothes in a rumpled pile on the ground, Regan looked up at Cassian with shining eyes that did momentarily drift before snapping to where they were supposed to be.
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 Sept 15, 2023 12:51:48 GMT -5
Cassian, likewise, was presently too distracted to notice the slight changes within the cabin. He was eager to get into his fur, and as soon as he was ready he passed by Regan, flashing a small smile that was big for him, and stepping into the evening air. His shift came loudly and quickly, the bones breaking in a familiar way that was always painful but certainly far more bearable. A deep, feral howl rippled out of his throat, pointed at the quarter moon.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 15, 2023 12:55:57 GMT -5
Cassian’s smile made Regan’s heart stop for a moment as she emerged from the cabin. As soon as her feet touched the forest floor she tore into her wolf form, savoring even the pain her skin gave way to sleek black fur. Regan howled too, slipping up alongside Cassian as she did.
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 Sept 15, 2023 14:12:23 GMT -5
The howl. The hunt. The freedom. When Cassian was in his fur he was no longer the cold, stuffy king. He was now a passionate, aggressive alpha male who tore into his prey with a fury; who pressed into the warmth of his alpha female with fire. At least, when Alys had been his alpha. Their human forms had shared their skin, it had been only natural for their wolf forms, too. Now, with his alpha female changed, there was a kind of confusion in the wolf king.
His howl finished before hers and he lowered from the highest point he could attain, nose seeking in deeply inhale Regan for all that she was and all that she offered.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 15, 2023 14:15:51 GMT -5
Regan was jubilant. Free, but not satisfied. The promise of the hunt still charged the air around them. Though her wolf form was taller than Cassian’s, Regan stayed low out of deference. She nuzzled him, a little contented growl rumbling in her throat.
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 Sept 15, 2023 14:20:54 GMT -5
Cassian was almost too distracted with his investigation of Regan to notice the uncommon scent. Almost. As he inhaled her deeply, understanding her need, recognizing it as different than his own unexpressed curiosity, his head turned sharply. Human scents coming from their cabin. He angled his head curiously, but an even stronger scent distracted him once more: prey.
He growled, sniffed at the faint trail, and then yipped at Regan before losing away from the cabin, plunging into the woods.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 15, 2023 14:24:10 GMT -5
Regan yipped excitedly in response, charging after him, long legs carrying her fast enough that she could weave through the trees around him, smelling the air for the prey until…
The scent she’d been too distracted to detect before grew stronger. A distinctly human scent—one that had Regan’s footsteps slowing as she growled in caution.
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 Sept 15, 2023 14:28:12 GMT -5
Cassian slowed when Regan did, picking up on the scent just after her. Humans? In these woods? It was far from the civilized, a remote part of the woods due to the heavy wolf population. He could only assume they were hunters, and rather than feeling caution he felt a kind of rage at their foolishness. It emanated off of him. He moved about restlessly, sniffing, growling, bearing his teeth. He wanted a fight.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 15, 2023 14:31:59 GMT -5
Regan readily followed Cassian’s lead. She bared her teeth too, flames flashing in her jaws for a brief moment before extinguishing—almost as if to tempt whoever it was that hunted in their woods. Their woods.
To the wolves’s ears, the footsteps of the hunters could be heard amid the night sounds, advancing. Regan was hungry, not for prey but for violence, and that hunger was indiscriminate.
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 Sept 15, 2023 14:35:27 GMT -5
With Regan at his side, who couldn’t they conquer? They had bested every prey they’d encountered together. Why not these hunters now?
With her agreement, Cassian surged forward. His steps were light, surprisingly so, considering the speed at which he carried his large form. The distance between him and the hunters quickly closed.
The humans knew they were coming. They stilled and waited, tension taught at the string of their bows.
King Cassian would not have done this. But the wolf was a feral, free version of the man. It wasn’t Cassian…or was it?