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 Evanthe Curran on Mar 30, 2024 17:51:44 GMT -5
“Good,” she said, voice serious. She would not do him the disservice of speaking to him like a lap dog. She wanted to do more, to push and see what their limits would be, but she was also experienced enough to know when to call it quits. This was their first run through, and overdoing it could be deadly. They could practice more later. It was time to see if she could make him turn back.
She reached for her magic, and spoke the words, willing him to find his true form again.
Kasper is young enough to fall under the werewolf curse, yet it is dormant. Should the curse be activated his wolf form will be that of a white shaggy fur color keeping his smallness even though he is still rather large for a werewolf. His eyes also retain their green color.
Post by Kasper Van Zant on Apr 1, 2024 15:24:17 GMT -5
Turning back to his human form was just as painful as transforming into the mindless killing machine, bones condensing back to normal was loud filling one's ears with sick crunching noises. Eventually the howling turned into the soft whimpers of a man, a naked man curled up on the ground crawling to the safety and lap of his partner...he looked up panting a light wetness to his eyes from the previous shocks of pain, "h...how did I do?"
Post by Evanthe Curran on Apr 3, 2024 12:48:48 GMT -5
Witnessing the change in either direction was never pleasant, but Evanthe would not cringe. It was awful, but she was not new to the sight. Even so, it wasn’t nice seeing something so violent happen to someone who seemed as sweet as Kasper.
She realized he was crawling toward her—for comfort perhaps. She knelt on the ground, and allowed him to put his head in her lap, “You did really good, Kasper,” she brushed sweaty hair out of his face, “How much are you hurting?” she wouldn’t ask if he was ok. The change looked too painful for him to be fine just yet.
Kasper is young enough to fall under the werewolf curse, yet it is dormant. Should the curse be activated his wolf form will be that of a white shaggy fur color keeping his smallness even though he is still rather large for a werewolf. His eyes also retain their green color.
Post by Kasper Van Zant on Apr 8, 2024 9:37:21 GMT -5
He smiled softly and sighed at her touch, it was oddly comforting so he didn't resist, "It's been a minute..so it hurts just a little, I'll be fine," he reassured her, unaware he had placed one of his hands on hers absent-minded to how his thumb seemed to stroke across the back of her knuckles, "Just as long as I was a good boy," he laughed lightly, "the best boy really.."
Post by Evanthe Curran on Apr 23, 2024 20:37:49 GMT -5
She was silent a moment, and only stared as the mirth in his words processed. Then she smiled her wide, Cheshire grin and leaned in a touch closer, “You were a good boy,” she said playfully, patting his head, “you deserve a cookie.”