https://blood-ties.net/rp/ Wed, 10 Jun 2026 13:03:39 +0000 MyBB https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=377 Tue, 07 Jun 2022 12:05:42 +0000 Chance Warden]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=377
He twisted the Warden family ring worn on his right hand. He didn't want to fiddle and show his nerves but he'd finally given in. But it was hard not to be nervous under Rafe's stare. The master vampire had always been kind to him whenever he spent time at the country manor and from what Ricky and Marco told him about their meetings to update Rafe on his progress, he had been patient and understanding. Chance never questioned it based on their past interactions and the bond between Rafe and the Wardens. Besides, Rafe was over six hundred and had Turned a vampire or two over the centuries and knew how things would proceed.

But what if he actually was disappointed? Chance knew he had struggled in areas. It had been hard to adjust to his new hearing and the initial night trips to the city before moving there had been overwhelming to him with all of the cars and music blasting and the people. Oh, the people! If their shouting hadn't been bad enough, he couldn't filter out their thoughts and it felt like his head would explode. Maybe implode was the dramatic word he wanted. Maybe brain-melting. His thoughts were wandering again and he couldn't stop it from happening. How many movies had a scene like this in them with teachers and students? Employer and employee? Parents and kids? How many ended in disappointment? How many had positive endings? Chance tried to focus on those ones as he waited.]]>
He twisted the Warden family ring worn on his right hand. He didn't want to fiddle and show his nerves but he'd finally given in. But it was hard not to be nervous under Rafe's stare. The master vampire had always been kind to him whenever he spent time at the country manor and from what Ricky and Marco told him about their meetings to update Rafe on his progress, he had been patient and understanding. Chance never questioned it based on their past interactions and the bond between Rafe and the Wardens. Besides, Rafe was over six hundred and had Turned a vampire or two over the centuries and knew how things would proceed.

But what if he actually was disappointed? Chance knew he had struggled in areas. It had been hard to adjust to his new hearing and the initial night trips to the city before moving there had been overwhelming to him with all of the cars and music blasting and the people. Oh, the people! If their shouting hadn't been bad enough, he couldn't filter out their thoughts and it felt like his head would explode. Maybe implode was the dramatic word he wanted. Maybe brain-melting. His thoughts were wandering again and he couldn't stop it from happening. How many movies had a scene like this in them with teachers and students? Employer and employee? Parents and kids? How many ended in disappointment? How many had positive endings? Chance tried to focus on those ones as he waited.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=201 Sun, 31 Oct 2021 01:36:29 +0000 Asher Bishop]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=201 Asher was not a man of nervous energy. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he allowed himself complete and utter release at least once a month - or maybe he never took anything to do with a woman too seriously. Tonight was no different, though even he would have to admit that there did seem to be the beginnings of seriousness to the encounters he and Percy had been having. At least, he thought there were. This was no teen romance and, though things were going relatively slow, he put that down to the fact that they were both accomplished adults with more to do than titter over each other, smitten.

      In the beginning, Asher's ties to the tea shop owner were no more than flattery, ego stroking, and a potential tie to the town that would make him seem more approachable - a sweet woman at his side would add to the cover for his machiavellian nightlife. Now? He wasn't so sure that his intentions matched his feelings, but the alpha preferred not to think about all that. It was better if he just let himself go with whatever flow he'd found - that would make his objective seem more pure, and his feelings more real. Suffice to say that he had never been in a position where he'd even considered real feelings for another person before - but he'd prefer not to think about that, either. An existential and romantic mess, for sure.

      But tonight was not for messes - not the cerebral, intimate sort, anyway. It was for suits and dresses, masks and drinks. For putting on a face - literally - and enjoying the festivities, all the while networking and jostling for position on the social ladder. It was a game Asher enjoyed playing even when he cared little for the result; the height of a rung on that ladder hardly mattered when one thought himself to have already reached the top. But watching those beneath him squirm was one of life's joys, and he oh-so loved to calculate and execute what would best set them in their place. But alas, with Persephone by his side tonight? Well, she was just as much a handicap as she was a head start for his purposes. Perhaps she would see through him, see him for what he was, and terminate everything that had been so excitably brewing for the two of them - or perhaps she'd serve as a benefit, be the little trophy on his arm that allowed him the facade he had been piecing together since his arrival in Greenbrooke. It was all part of a challenge that could come crashing down all around him, and that only made it more enticing.

      Alternatively, they might forget the night entirely, absorbed by one another, and Asher might actually enter into the first long term relationship he'd ever had. It seemed an outlier in the realms of possibility, but certainly, the thought had occurred to him. It filled his mind almost all-encompassingly, in fact, as he arrived at her residence, clad in a modern-cut suit and tie, slate grey with accents of forest green - as promised - and a bronzed mask whose iconography leaned heavily on Greek warriors and myths.

      Asher was not the sort of man who might wait out in a car and send a text. He was far too traditional - and old - for that sort of a lack of etiquette. Instead, leaving a chauffeured limousine in the street, he broached whatever entryway or porch she had and, refraining from snooping too much, raised a meaty fist and rapped his knuckles deftly upon her front door.]]> Asher was not a man of nervous energy. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he allowed himself complete and utter release at least once a month - or maybe he never took anything to do with a woman too seriously. Tonight was no different, though even he would have to admit that there did seem to be the beginnings of seriousness to the encounters he and Percy had been having. At least, he thought there were. This was no teen romance and, though things were going relatively slow, he put that down to the fact that they were both accomplished adults with more to do than titter over each other, smitten.

      In the beginning, Asher's ties to the tea shop owner were no more than flattery, ego stroking, and a potential tie to the town that would make him seem more approachable - a sweet woman at his side would add to the cover for his machiavellian nightlife. Now? He wasn't so sure that his intentions matched his feelings, but the alpha preferred not to think about all that. It was better if he just let himself go with whatever flow he'd found - that would make his objective seem more pure, and his feelings more real. Suffice to say that he had never been in a position where he'd even considered real feelings for another person before - but he'd prefer not to think about that, either. An existential and romantic mess, for sure.

      But tonight was not for messes - not the cerebral, intimate sort, anyway. It was for suits and dresses, masks and drinks. For putting on a face - literally - and enjoying the festivities, all the while networking and jostling for position on the social ladder. It was a game Asher enjoyed playing even when he cared little for the result; the height of a rung on that ladder hardly mattered when one thought himself to have already reached the top. But watching those beneath him squirm was one of life's joys, and he oh-so loved to calculate and execute what would best set them in their place. But alas, with Persephone by his side tonight? Well, she was just as much a handicap as she was a head start for his purposes. Perhaps she would see through him, see him for what he was, and terminate everything that had been so excitably brewing for the two of them - or perhaps she'd serve as a benefit, be the little trophy on his arm that allowed him the facade he had been piecing together since his arrival in Greenbrooke. It was all part of a challenge that could come crashing down all around him, and that only made it more enticing.

      Alternatively, they might forget the night entirely, absorbed by one another, and Asher might actually enter into the first long term relationship he'd ever had. It seemed an outlier in the realms of possibility, but certainly, the thought had occurred to him. It filled his mind almost all-encompassingly, in fact, as he arrived at her residence, clad in a modern-cut suit and tie, slate grey with accents of forest green - as promised - and a bronzed mask whose iconography leaned heavily on Greek warriors and myths.

      Asher was not the sort of man who might wait out in a car and send a text. He was far too traditional - and old - for that sort of a lack of etiquette. Instead, leaving a chauffeured limousine in the street, he broached whatever entryway or porch she had and, refraining from snooping too much, raised a meaty fist and rapped his knuckles deftly upon her front door.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=200 Sat, 30 Oct 2021 23:47:39 +0000 Naomi Archived]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=200 Time had moved faster than what one would expect. The feline ran last minute errands while the sun was over head. It was a night she had off at the studio and was grateful her work schedule wasn’t hectic thus far. In due time that was bound to change as Naomi continued to progress on her healing journey. It was agonizing most times as she kept silent about her torments, but the leopardess continued to move forward. At the moment, she had been nervous and excited about the ball as the evening settled in. This was her first big event in Greenbrooke where many important people would attend. It was also the first time she could let her imagination run wild and dress-up.


At least she thought...


Somehow, the leopardess misplaced her mask. She had searched her room frantically, tearing apart her neatly organized place. There was a chance she hid it upon herself to make sure she wouldn’t forget it, but that sounded idiotic! Naomi knew she wouldn’t have put it somewhere in the manor, which would open the door of the idea of it being taken. It couldn’t have been in a bush somewhere or up in a tree. The feline doubted she would have shifted and left it on a branch. So where could it be?


Not only that, but Naomi was missing her shoes and earrings. Now the leopardess knew she wasn’t going crazy, though she felt like she was losing her sanity a bit. With only a few hours left to the start of the ball, her eye shadow specifically for dress fell in the toilet. She tore a hole in her stockings and it seemed like everything was falling apart.


With curlers in her hair and only a slip that hung from her frame, she walked around the manor in search of everything. The leopardess weaved through those setting things up, knowing she looked a mess and didn’t care. Finally, she caught Aislin as she was about to head into her room. “Thank goodness I found you! I swear spirits are messing with things tonight! I can’t find anything,” the feline threw her arms up in frustration. “Is it just me or something wacky going on with you too?” Maybe it was just Naomi.
]]> Time had moved faster than what one would expect. The feline ran last minute errands while the sun was over head. It was a night she had off at the studio and was grateful her work schedule wasn’t hectic thus far. In due time that was bound to change as Naomi continued to progress on her healing journey. It was agonizing most times as she kept silent about her torments, but the leopardess continued to move forward. At the moment, she had been nervous and excited about the ball as the evening settled in. This was her first big event in Greenbrooke where many important people would attend. It was also the first time she could let her imagination run wild and dress-up.


At least she thought...


Somehow, the leopardess misplaced her mask. She had searched her room frantically, tearing apart her neatly organized place. There was a chance she hid it upon herself to make sure she wouldn’t forget it, but that sounded idiotic! Naomi knew she wouldn’t have put it somewhere in the manor, which would open the door of the idea of it being taken. It couldn’t have been in a bush somewhere or up in a tree. The feline doubted she would have shifted and left it on a branch. So where could it be?


Not only that, but Naomi was missing her shoes and earrings. Now the leopardess knew she wasn’t going crazy, though she felt like she was losing her sanity a bit. With only a few hours left to the start of the ball, her eye shadow specifically for dress fell in the toilet. She tore a hole in her stockings and it seemed like everything was falling apart.


With curlers in her hair and only a slip that hung from her frame, she walked around the manor in search of everything. The leopardess weaved through those setting things up, knowing she looked a mess and didn’t care. Finally, she caught Aislin as she was about to head into her room. “Thank goodness I found you! I swear spirits are messing with things tonight! I can’t find anything,” the feline threw her arms up in frustration. “Is it just me or something wacky going on with you too?” Maybe it was just Naomi.
]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=199 Sat, 30 Oct 2021 22:27:53 +0000 Edwin Jameson]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=199
Edwin glanced around his yard, noting the mingling that was taking place and how at ease everyone seemed to be. That was enough to remove some of the stress he had been having for the past week as he questioned his decision to host the little gathering. What if no one came? Maybe he should have held it on neutral ground. What if his Family wasn’t welcome and this became the perfect chance to slaughter them all?

Only Charlotte knew of his fears and she handled them as she always did—by telling him he was overreacting and everything would be fine. As luck would have it (so far) she was right. He knew not every vampire in the city had arrived yet and perhaps they wouldn’t but he was happy with the turn out so far. Actually, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense that they wouldn’t meet everyone that night. There were businesses to run and properties and people to guard. As much as he wished everyone could have free time, Edwin respected the ones that went to work that night.

Another sweeping glance showed Charlotte talking with Gavin Piers. That was an interesting man. He had a confidence to him—arrogance, really—that matched the power Edwin could sense just beneath the surface yet he was also a tad… odd. Eccentric was probably the polite term for it but from the brief conversation they’d already shared, Edwin believed Gavin would be the first to laugh and call himself odd. The fact the master vampire arrived with a few bottles of wine and several bags of marshmallows made it clear Gavin did what he wanted and it would likely be a contradiction or unexpected. He hoped to stay on the good side of that vampire.

Rafe Dubois was another fascinating master and perhaps Edwin saw him slightly as a role model. He had heard of him, naturally, but had never met him. His own sire sang his praises but also warned about how cunning and dangerous Rafe could be. On the second night in Greenbrooke, Edwin had been sure to send a letter asking to meet with Rafe as he seemed to be one of the more important men in the city and Edwin didn’t want any misunderstandings. The meeting went well and an agreement to live alongside each other was easily reached, though Edwin still couldn’t shake the feeling that if Rafe had wished it, his little Family would be living somewhere else the next night. Their arrival had been blessed by the reigning prince, it seemed, and now they were hosting Rafe’s court. It was amazing how the master vampire could look so at ease yet regal in a deck chair.

Rafe had also brought a portion of his Family that mingled around the property. They were a wide assortment of personalities and Edwin couldn’t help but smile every time he spotted Aislin or Misha as they always seemed to be laughing, dancing, or simply enjoying themselves. But Rafe had also brought a shifter with him. The party wasn’t explicitly vampires-only as the invitation had been to the Families in Greenbrooke and it wasn’t uncommon for masters to have other species in their employ. Edwin’s sire had several mages and a couple of shifters as well but he foolishly hadn’t expected it. But once he greeted Naomi after Rafe’s introduction, Edwin saw what the elder vampire was doing. The gathering was the perfect time to point out Naomi’s importance to him and warn that she was under his protection. It was a clever power play but Edwin only hoped to make friends and associates, not cause any drama or steal Family members.

Though he supposed his fledgling Family could be seen as a unit looking to poach people. They were small but Edwin was happy with what they currently had and wanted to focus more on planting roots and forming a foundation that would sustain them and help them grow in the future. Rafe likely knew that but he also hadn’t reached his age by not being cautious and having plans of his own.

Speaking of fledglings; Rafe also brought a member that was only a few months old. The kid looked overwhelmed and Edwin felt inclined to go check in on him like a proper host but before he could take more than a couple of steps, Edwin saw someone heading toward him. He smiled at Naomi and inclined his head in greeting. “Naomi, thank you again for coming. How is everything? Can I get you another drink?”]]>
Edwin glanced around his yard, noting the mingling that was taking place and how at ease everyone seemed to be. That was enough to remove some of the stress he had been having for the past week as he questioned his decision to host the little gathering. What if no one came? Maybe he should have held it on neutral ground. What if his Family wasn’t welcome and this became the perfect chance to slaughter them all?

Only Charlotte knew of his fears and she handled them as she always did—by telling him he was overreacting and everything would be fine. As luck would have it (so far) she was right. He knew not every vampire in the city had arrived yet and perhaps they wouldn’t but he was happy with the turn out so far. Actually, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense that they wouldn’t meet everyone that night. There were businesses to run and properties and people to guard. As much as he wished everyone could have free time, Edwin respected the ones that went to work that night.

Another sweeping glance showed Charlotte talking with Gavin Piers. That was an interesting man. He had a confidence to him—arrogance, really—that matched the power Edwin could sense just beneath the surface yet he was also a tad… odd. Eccentric was probably the polite term for it but from the brief conversation they’d already shared, Edwin believed Gavin would be the first to laugh and call himself odd. The fact the master vampire arrived with a few bottles of wine and several bags of marshmallows made it clear Gavin did what he wanted and it would likely be a contradiction or unexpected. He hoped to stay on the good side of that vampire.

Rafe Dubois was another fascinating master and perhaps Edwin saw him slightly as a role model. He had heard of him, naturally, but had never met him. His own sire sang his praises but also warned about how cunning and dangerous Rafe could be. On the second night in Greenbrooke, Edwin had been sure to send a letter asking to meet with Rafe as he seemed to be one of the more important men in the city and Edwin didn’t want any misunderstandings. The meeting went well and an agreement to live alongside each other was easily reached, though Edwin still couldn’t shake the feeling that if Rafe had wished it, his little Family would be living somewhere else the next night. Their arrival had been blessed by the reigning prince, it seemed, and now they were hosting Rafe’s court. It was amazing how the master vampire could look so at ease yet regal in a deck chair.

Rafe had also brought a portion of his Family that mingled around the property. They were a wide assortment of personalities and Edwin couldn’t help but smile every time he spotted Aislin or Misha as they always seemed to be laughing, dancing, or simply enjoying themselves. But Rafe had also brought a shifter with him. The party wasn’t explicitly vampires-only as the invitation had been to the Families in Greenbrooke and it wasn’t uncommon for masters to have other species in their employ. Edwin’s sire had several mages and a couple of shifters as well but he foolishly hadn’t expected it. But once he greeted Naomi after Rafe’s introduction, Edwin saw what the elder vampire was doing. The gathering was the perfect time to point out Naomi’s importance to him and warn that she was under his protection. It was a clever power play but Edwin only hoped to make friends and associates, not cause any drama or steal Family members.

Though he supposed his fledgling Family could be seen as a unit looking to poach people. They were small but Edwin was happy with what they currently had and wanted to focus more on planting roots and forming a foundation that would sustain them and help them grow in the future. Rafe likely knew that but he also hadn’t reached his age by not being cautious and having plans of his own.

Speaking of fledglings; Rafe also brought a member that was only a few months old. The kid looked overwhelmed and Edwin felt inclined to go check in on him like a proper host but before he could take more than a couple of steps, Edwin saw someone heading toward him. He smiled at Naomi and inclined his head in greeting. “Naomi, thank you again for coming. How is everything? Can I get you another drink?”]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=176 Sat, 02 Oct 2021 19:01:02 +0000 Rafe Dubois]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=176
Still, he purposely didn’t see her that night, nor the following night. After that, he had to go out of town for three days, and then he waited one more. It was now the seventh night Naomi had been in the mansion and Rafe deemed her ready and settled in enough to meet once more. Aislin had only been told to tend to their guest and make sure she was comfortable and had a friend while the rest of the Family had their usual order of keeping their eyes and ears open for anything noteworthy.

Not much had been brought to his attention, just some of the little habits and routines Naomi had already fallen into and that it seemed she had fully given in and accepted the invitation to stay as long as she needed. It was thanks to that intel that Rafe knew he would find Naomi sitting with a glass of wine on the back veranda, enjoying the peace and small slice of wilderness on the edge of the city. The massive amount of trees on and surrounding his property was a large draw to the purchase of the estate as it helped keep nosy neighbours away and made putting up wards and sentries easier.

It wasn’t long after sunset as Rafe stood silently in the open doorway with his own glass of wine, leaning against the frame as he took in woman. There was a chance she could sense him as he knew there was more to her than just being a shifter that might heighten her senses even more. But if he was truly worried about that, he could easily meld into the shadows and mask his presence entirely. It was unnecessary, however, as Rafe only intended a moment’s glance to take in the scene, learning what he could, before approaching on too silent steps.

“Kitten,” Rafe used the nickname to properly announce his presence as he came to a stop two feet away from where Naomi sat, though he stared out at the yard instead of looking at her. He opted for the old name instead of her given name as a reminder of their past; their intimacy. She had certainly been a wild cat back in the days they partied together but she was a youngling still both in her own age of barely over a century and being nearly five hundred years his junior. Hence her being his Kitten. She was then and he would slowly show her that she still was the longer she stayed in Greenbrooke and under his influence and protection.]]>
Still, he purposely didn’t see her that night, nor the following night. After that, he had to go out of town for three days, and then he waited one more. It was now the seventh night Naomi had been in the mansion and Rafe deemed her ready and settled in enough to meet once more. Aislin had only been told to tend to their guest and make sure she was comfortable and had a friend while the rest of the Family had their usual order of keeping their eyes and ears open for anything noteworthy.

Not much had been brought to his attention, just some of the little habits and routines Naomi had already fallen into and that it seemed she had fully given in and accepted the invitation to stay as long as she needed. It was thanks to that intel that Rafe knew he would find Naomi sitting with a glass of wine on the back veranda, enjoying the peace and small slice of wilderness on the edge of the city. The massive amount of trees on and surrounding his property was a large draw to the purchase of the estate as it helped keep nosy neighbours away and made putting up wards and sentries easier.

It wasn’t long after sunset as Rafe stood silently in the open doorway with his own glass of wine, leaning against the frame as he took in woman. There was a chance she could sense him as he knew there was more to her than just being a shifter that might heighten her senses even more. But if he was truly worried about that, he could easily meld into the shadows and mask his presence entirely. It was unnecessary, however, as Rafe only intended a moment’s glance to take in the scene, learning what he could, before approaching on too silent steps.

“Kitten,” Rafe used the nickname to properly announce his presence as he came to a stop two feet away from where Naomi sat, though he stared out at the yard instead of looking at her. He opted for the old name instead of her given name as a reminder of their past; their intimacy. She had certainly been a wild cat back in the days they partied together but she was a youngling still both in her own age of barely over a century and being nearly five hundred years his junior. Hence her being his Kitten. She was then and he would slowly show her that she still was the longer she stayed in Greenbrooke and under his influence and protection.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=27 Mon, 05 Oct 2020 15:31:27 +0000 Cody Park]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=27
After letting Ethan tackle him while Emma danced around them in victory, Cody nudged his brother to go after their sister and he rumbled with laughter as the two darted off to play their next game. He trotted over to the patio where his best friend Lyric sat curled up on one of the outdoor couches. All of their patio furniture was custom made—large, sturdy, and built for bears bumping into it or climbing upon. He did the climbing, giving himself a running start as he leapt at the structure, his little back legs dangling a moment before pulling himself all of the way up.

He gave an accomplished grunt before settling in next to Lyric, his head resting on her lap. She sometimes joined in chasing them around but Cody had warned her the Es were full of chaotic energy that evening and decided it was better for her to sit it out for a bit. She was always good for a nap, though! He was eight years older than the twins but not that much larger in his bear form and all of that playing had worn him out. He gave a yawn to prove his point as he glanced up at his friend.

His parents had gone to the cottage for the weekend, needing some alone time away from the kids and the mundanes’ view on polyamorous relationships. He thought it was cool that his mom’s heart was large enough to love three men and hoped he found such love one day. But that left him baby-sitting the Es and he naturally roped Lyric into it as well. At least for the evening. Her hot and grumpy brother would pick her up in a few hours but that left plenty of time to hang out and catch up. Well, when he could talk again. He wasn’t in a hurry to change back and knew Lyric would carry a conversation herself, giving him a chance to nod or react if needed.]]>
After letting Ethan tackle him while Emma danced around them in victory, Cody nudged his brother to go after their sister and he rumbled with laughter as the two darted off to play their next game. He trotted over to the patio where his best friend Lyric sat curled up on one of the outdoor couches. All of their patio furniture was custom made—large, sturdy, and built for bears bumping into it or climbing upon. He did the climbing, giving himself a running start as he leapt at the structure, his little back legs dangling a moment before pulling himself all of the way up.

He gave an accomplished grunt before settling in next to Lyric, his head resting on her lap. She sometimes joined in chasing them around but Cody had warned her the Es were full of chaotic energy that evening and decided it was better for her to sit it out for a bit. She was always good for a nap, though! He was eight years older than the twins but not that much larger in his bear form and all of that playing had worn him out. He gave a yawn to prove his point as he glanced up at his friend.

His parents had gone to the cottage for the weekend, needing some alone time away from the kids and the mundanes’ view on polyamorous relationships. He thought it was cool that his mom’s heart was large enough to love three men and hoped he found such love one day. But that left him baby-sitting the Es and he naturally roped Lyric into it as well. At least for the evening. Her hot and grumpy brother would pick her up in a few hours but that left plenty of time to hang out and catch up. Well, when he could talk again. He wasn’t in a hurry to change back and knew Lyric would carry a conversation herself, giving him a chance to nod or react if needed.]]>