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1623]]> <![CDATA[Inked]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=347 Wed, 20 Apr 2022 15:46:53 +0000 Nocturne Jackson]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=347
CJ was fascinating and perhaps a bit frustrating. She willingly chatted away through texts but never agreed to meet up again. She also either didn’t pick up on his hints that she could meet him at one of his activities he was going to or she purposely avoided it. Nocturne bet it was the latter as she seemed clever and he also wasn’t entirely subtle with it. But he never pushed her. After the second time asking if she was free to see him, he’d stopped and switched to occasionally mentioning his plans. His ego would have been bruised if it wasn’t for how engaged in conversation she was otherwise. It was refreshing and charming how benign it typically was and he felt they both needed that in their lives. Sometimes some flirting or trading sexy tales came up but usually just silly stories or discussing something utterly random. And cats. He’d have to bring CJ over one day to meet his furballs but that would require seeing her in person again.

Sitting in the parallel parking spot a few doors down from his destination, Nocturne waited until the end of the song before shutting off the engine. He was still early for his appointment so he took out his phone and brought up an image. It wasn’t like he was about to change his mind but it was a ritual of sorts after doing it with each tattoo he got. He liked to look at the drawing and think about what it represented and meant to him before having it become a part of him in a new way. He’d always wanted something that represented being a protector to his loved ones and knew a sword was an obvious and good choice but he’d never been inspired until stumbling upon an amazing artist. The lines were delicate and the style was pretty but there was still so much strength conveyed. Nocturne knew immediately that was what he wanted and contacted her to do a commission for his tattoo.

Initially he had wanted it done all in black as it was going to go on his left calf and the left side was his colourless side for ink. But the artist did jewels in such a way that Nocturne couldn’t bring himself to remove it from the design and was willing to add that little drop of colour onto the left side. But after they exchanged a few comments and Nocturne opened up about the meaning behind the tattoo, he was sent an image that blew him away and had him rethinking everything. She had added a string of forget-me-nots spiralling down the blade to further add to the meaning. He loved it and Nocturne realised while the sword would have fit down his leg perfectly, its new home would be on his right arm above the hourglass and on the opposite side of the claw marks.

A check of the time noted he was only ten minutes early now and figured that was good enough and finally exited the vehicle. As he came around the front and onto the sidewalk, a flash of pink caught his eye and Nocturne turned toward it to see a familiar and cute face that had him smiling. “Hey, Skittles. Fancy meeting you here.”]]>
CJ was fascinating and perhaps a bit frustrating. She willingly chatted away through texts but never agreed to meet up again. She also either didn’t pick up on his hints that she could meet him at one of his activities he was going to or she purposely avoided it. Nocturne bet it was the latter as she seemed clever and he also wasn’t entirely subtle with it. But he never pushed her. After the second time asking if she was free to see him, he’d stopped and switched to occasionally mentioning his plans. His ego would have been bruised if it wasn’t for how engaged in conversation she was otherwise. It was refreshing and charming how benign it typically was and he felt they both needed that in their lives. Sometimes some flirting or trading sexy tales came up but usually just silly stories or discussing something utterly random. And cats. He’d have to bring CJ over one day to meet his furballs but that would require seeing her in person again.

Sitting in the parallel parking spot a few doors down from his destination, Nocturne waited until the end of the song before shutting off the engine. He was still early for his appointment so he took out his phone and brought up an image. It wasn’t like he was about to change his mind but it was a ritual of sorts after doing it with each tattoo he got. He liked to look at the drawing and think about what it represented and meant to him before having it become a part of him in a new way. He’d always wanted something that represented being a protector to his loved ones and knew a sword was an obvious and good choice but he’d never been inspired until stumbling upon an amazing artist. The lines were delicate and the style was pretty but there was still so much strength conveyed. Nocturne knew immediately that was what he wanted and contacted her to do a commission for his tattoo.

Initially he had wanted it done all in black as it was going to go on his left calf and the left side was his colourless side for ink. But the artist did jewels in such a way that Nocturne couldn’t bring himself to remove it from the design and was willing to add that little drop of colour onto the left side. But after they exchanged a few comments and Nocturne opened up about the meaning behind the tattoo, he was sent an image that blew him away and had him rethinking everything. She had added a string of forget-me-nots spiralling down the blade to further add to the meaning. He loved it and Nocturne realised while the sword would have fit down his leg perfectly, its new home would be on his right arm above the hourglass and on the opposite side of the claw marks.

A check of the time noted he was only ten minutes early now and figured that was good enough and finally exited the vehicle. As he came around the front and onto the sidewalk, a flash of pink caught his eye and Nocturne turned toward it to see a familiar and cute face that had him smiling. “Hey, Skittles. Fancy meeting you here.”]]> <![CDATA[How Fast the Night Changes]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=329 Wed, 30 Mar 2022 10:37:16 +0000 Chance Warden]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=329
19:47.

He sighed and rested the phone on his bare chest. He had been awake for maybe five or so minutes and dreaded checking a clock for that entire time. With each day that brought them closer to spring, the changing of the clocks, and now moving on to summer, Chance knew his days were numbered. Soon the sun wouldn't set until nine and would rise before six. It was getting harder to make plans with his one and only friend outside of the Family--a friend he knew had sent the waiting text he was also still ignoring. How many excuses would he have to come up with now?

The winter months had been filled with moments he would cherish when Lyric inevitably cut ties with him due to always cancelling or being unavailable. It had been nice getting together even for dinner thanks to the longer nights. But it was the times they would get together to watch old movies and then discuss them after that had been a lot of fun--at least to him. Chance was fairly certain Lyric enjoyed it as well. He knew he was still odd for liking and relating to movies so much but she seemed to understand it was just who he was. Still, it would have been nice to be able to do more things with her. Activities normally done during the day because that's what humans did.

But he wasn't human anymore and he couldn't tell Lyric that. He knew she was a mage thanks to Ricky and Marco but they kept vetoing his ideas to tell her the truth. It was too risky, they said. She might freak out, they pointed out. She might get her dad to come after him or the Family, they reminded. Chance didn't think Lyric would do that. From what he knew of her, she was accepting and maybe she'd be worried at first but she'd remember how awkward and pathetic he was and wouldn't fear the idea of fangs after that.

The phone was finally lifted again--only two minutes having passed--and the message checked. Chance smiled at Lyric calling him Sleeping Beauty again. The first time she did that, he replied without thinking, asking if she was his Prince Charming. He'd been mortified once he heard the words leave his mouth but Lyric only answered 'yes' with a smile. He still wasn't sure how he felt about that.

He laughed when he saw the photo of the page of math problems she was stuck on and quickly sent a reply that he slept in and he'd help her in just a minute if she still needed it. He tossed the phone on the bed as he got up to change and grab a bag of blood so he could focus on the math instead of his hunger.

~*~*~*~

A few hours later, math was a distant memory and their chatting had started to fade since Lyric was getting ready for bed since she had school in the morning. Chance had discussed with Marco and Ricky during that time what he should do about the lengthening of the days and what excuse to give Lyric. Blaming it on his fictional job seemed best, especially since it was likely their sire would be calling him in soon to start doing some grunt work. He was nearly a year as a vampire and showed he was doing well in staying in control so he could start being of use to the Family.

I just heard from the boss that my hours are changing. Not sure for how long but I'll be starting earlier and ending in the middle of the night. I think the old movies might have to be paused for a bit. Unless you want to meet at like 3am to watch some from my collection lol

As soon as he sent the text, Chance had another moment of realising he spoke before thinking and quickly sent off another message.

Please don't agree to that! Your brother will kill me!

But the idea did have some merit and feeling bold, he sent one more text.

But maybe on one of my days off you can come over for a movie or two.

And then he lost his nerve, feeling embarrassed at thinking Lyric would want to do that so he sent yet one more text.

Anyway! Night! Sweet dreams, Prince Charming

Chance waited a minute, then two, and decided Lyric had already fallen asleep or didn't know how to reply. He was about to tuck the phone away so he could focus on whatever random training his guardians had in mind that night when a reply came in.

YES! Sounds gud c u soon!
gn Sleeping Beauty! ❤️

Well. Okay then. Now he just had to verify that it was actually okay to have her over. The vampire life was not easy.]]>
19:47.

He sighed and rested the phone on his bare chest. He had been awake for maybe five or so minutes and dreaded checking a clock for that entire time. With each day that brought them closer to spring, the changing of the clocks, and now moving on to summer, Chance knew his days were numbered. Soon the sun wouldn't set until nine and would rise before six. It was getting harder to make plans with his one and only friend outside of the Family--a friend he knew had sent the waiting text he was also still ignoring. How many excuses would he have to come up with now?

The winter months had been filled with moments he would cherish when Lyric inevitably cut ties with him due to always cancelling or being unavailable. It had been nice getting together even for dinner thanks to the longer nights. But it was the times they would get together to watch old movies and then discuss them after that had been a lot of fun--at least to him. Chance was fairly certain Lyric enjoyed it as well. He knew he was still odd for liking and relating to movies so much but she seemed to understand it was just who he was. Still, it would have been nice to be able to do more things with her. Activities normally done during the day because that's what humans did.

But he wasn't human anymore and he couldn't tell Lyric that. He knew she was a mage thanks to Ricky and Marco but they kept vetoing his ideas to tell her the truth. It was too risky, they said. She might freak out, they pointed out. She might get her dad to come after him or the Family, they reminded. Chance didn't think Lyric would do that. From what he knew of her, she was accepting and maybe she'd be worried at first but she'd remember how awkward and pathetic he was and wouldn't fear the idea of fangs after that.

The phone was finally lifted again--only two minutes having passed--and the message checked. Chance smiled at Lyric calling him Sleeping Beauty again. The first time she did that, he replied without thinking, asking if she was his Prince Charming. He'd been mortified once he heard the words leave his mouth but Lyric only answered 'yes' with a smile. He still wasn't sure how he felt about that.

He laughed when he saw the photo of the page of math problems she was stuck on and quickly sent a reply that he slept in and he'd help her in just a minute if she still needed it. He tossed the phone on the bed as he got up to change and grab a bag of blood so he could focus on the math instead of his hunger.

~*~*~*~

A few hours later, math was a distant memory and their chatting had started to fade since Lyric was getting ready for bed since she had school in the morning. Chance had discussed with Marco and Ricky during that time what he should do about the lengthening of the days and what excuse to give Lyric. Blaming it on his fictional job seemed best, especially since it was likely their sire would be calling him in soon to start doing some grunt work. He was nearly a year as a vampire and showed he was doing well in staying in control so he could start being of use to the Family.

I just heard from the boss that my hours are changing. Not sure for how long but I'll be starting earlier and ending in the middle of the night. I think the old movies might have to be paused for a bit. Unless you want to meet at like 3am to watch some from my collection lol

As soon as he sent the text, Chance had another moment of realising he spoke before thinking and quickly sent off another message.

Please don't agree to that! Your brother will kill me!

But the idea did have some merit and feeling bold, he sent one more text.

But maybe on one of my days off you can come over for a movie or two.

And then he lost his nerve, feeling embarrassed at thinking Lyric would want to do that so he sent yet one more text.

Anyway! Night! Sweet dreams, Prince Charming

Chance waited a minute, then two, and decided Lyric had already fallen asleep or didn't know how to reply. He was about to tuck the phone away so he could focus on whatever random training his guardians had in mind that night when a reply came in.

YES! Sounds gud c u soon!
gn Sleeping Beauty! ❤️

Well. Okay then. Now he just had to verify that it was actually okay to have her over. The vampire life was not easy.]]> <![CDATA[It's in the Cards]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=291 Fri, 11 Mar 2022 07:24:32 +0000 Malachite]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=291
Jade didn't seem too different but he knew her enough from the rare times they let their guards down and trusted one another a little more to know something was weighing on her mind. She wasn't moping, not exactly, but it was close. She was also happy whenever that Nocturne guy texted but any time he asked if she was going to meet up with him, she shut down and said no. It wasn't hard to figure out what the issue was--this new guy wasn't from the streets or living slightly above them. Nocturne was at the very least, some normal guy that Jade didn't want to know about her means of staying alive. But she didn't want to lose that thread of hope either.

He'd done a card reading for himself, but they never told him anything useful when he tried. All he wanted to know was if he should meddle but he kept getting the equivalent of 'sorry, please try again later'. He'd probably have better luck with a stupid magic eight ball. But the cards would talk if he did a spread for Jade and that's what he decided to do.

It was late evening and Jade was still in his bedroom, probably getting ready to go out given it was a Friday. He still wished she would take him up on the offer to get into Indulge or to at least help her put out ads on the shady sites that would help her rent a hotel room and see more respectable clients. Malachite worried he would one day find her injured or dead in an alley but she was too stubborn and believed everything the other street girls told her. But that wasn't the target for the night.

"Shuffle and think of Nocturne," Malachite said by way of greeting as he entered his room holding out the cards to Jade. Once she took them, he kicked aside some stray clothing to clear the floor and sat down. Jade knew the routine and would join him, likely complaining first that she didn't need the guidance but knowing she did. She might not believe him about Indulge but she had always at least humoured him with his tarot and had come to him on her own in the past for quick readings. This time, though, he was going to do a more indepth one.]]>
Jade didn't seem too different but he knew her enough from the rare times they let their guards down and trusted one another a little more to know something was weighing on her mind. She wasn't moping, not exactly, but it was close. She was also happy whenever that Nocturne guy texted but any time he asked if she was going to meet up with him, she shut down and said no. It wasn't hard to figure out what the issue was--this new guy wasn't from the streets or living slightly above them. Nocturne was at the very least, some normal guy that Jade didn't want to know about her means of staying alive. But she didn't want to lose that thread of hope either.

He'd done a card reading for himself, but they never told him anything useful when he tried. All he wanted to know was if he should meddle but he kept getting the equivalent of 'sorry, please try again later'. He'd probably have better luck with a stupid magic eight ball. But the cards would talk if he did a spread for Jade and that's what he decided to do.

It was late evening and Jade was still in his bedroom, probably getting ready to go out given it was a Friday. He still wished she would take him up on the offer to get into Indulge or to at least help her put out ads on the shady sites that would help her rent a hotel room and see more respectable clients. Malachite worried he would one day find her injured or dead in an alley but she was too stubborn and believed everything the other street girls told her. But that wasn't the target for the night.

"Shuffle and think of Nocturne," Malachite said by way of greeting as he entered his room holding out the cards to Jade. Once she took them, he kicked aside some stray clothing to clear the floor and sat down. Jade knew the routine and would join him, likely complaining first that she didn't need the guidance but knowing she did. She might not believe him about Indulge but she had always at least humoured him with his tarot and had come to him on her own in the past for quick readings. This time, though, he was going to do a more indepth one.]]> <![CDATA[Iced Cocoa]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=208 Sat, 08 Jan 2022 00:17:16 +0000 Nocturne Jackson]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=208
It was the skating that had captured his attention that afternoon. His skates were dug out of the closet and brought to the park that hosted an ice rink for the public to use in the frozen months. Sometimes the rink was near to being called deserted and he could skate more freely with tricks and spins but when it started to fill in then it was simply a matter of going with the flow and skating in a large loop of the perimeter.

Given the time of day with classes done for the day, Noct was starting to see more skaters come out. A part of him adored seeing the little tykes taking their wobbly first steps on ice but they also posed as hazards to watch out for. They weren't the reason for his decision to start winding down but they added to it. Noct stopped working on the minor footwork steps he had learned years ago and the most basic of jumps and spins as more people started to come out and he took to the basic laps with only the occasional hop.

On one of the passes along a side that saw some people milling about—usually parents that didn’t want to skate themselves—Nocturne thought he spotted someone vaguely familiar. He spun around to skate backwards for a moment to give himself another glance at her face to confirm he’d seen it before and then place it. She was bundled up but the toque didn’t hide all of the pink hair that spilled free and the coat didn’t completely mask the slender frame. The rink wasn’t anywhere near crowded enough to hinder him skating against the flow and Noct worked his way back to where the young woman stood.

“Skittles!” Nocturne came to a stop and leaned against the waist-high barrier that separated them. He never got her name out of their first meeting but he didn’t mind and likely wouldn’t have used it anyway. Skittles suited her thanks to the pink hair and how skittish she was initially. Had that changed at all? He’d find out soon enough.

“All laced up and--” Noct further leaned over the board to check her feet and frowned when he saw boots instead of skates. Skittles wasn’t carrying any either but maybe she was simply checking out the crowd before renting a pair from the stand on the other side. “Are you going to join in or just be a voyeur?”]]>
It was the skating that had captured his attention that afternoon. His skates were dug out of the closet and brought to the park that hosted an ice rink for the public to use in the frozen months. Sometimes the rink was near to being called deserted and he could skate more freely with tricks and spins but when it started to fill in then it was simply a matter of going with the flow and skating in a large loop of the perimeter.

Given the time of day with classes done for the day, Noct was starting to see more skaters come out. A part of him adored seeing the little tykes taking their wobbly first steps on ice but they also posed as hazards to watch out for. They weren't the reason for his decision to start winding down but they added to it. Noct stopped working on the minor footwork steps he had learned years ago and the most basic of jumps and spins as more people started to come out and he took to the basic laps with only the occasional hop.

On one of the passes along a side that saw some people milling about—usually parents that didn’t want to skate themselves—Nocturne thought he spotted someone vaguely familiar. He spun around to skate backwards for a moment to give himself another glance at her face to confirm he’d seen it before and then place it. She was bundled up but the toque didn’t hide all of the pink hair that spilled free and the coat didn’t completely mask the slender frame. The rink wasn’t anywhere near crowded enough to hinder him skating against the flow and Noct worked his way back to where the young woman stood.

“Skittles!” Nocturne came to a stop and leaned against the waist-high barrier that separated them. He never got her name out of their first meeting but he didn’t mind and likely wouldn’t have used it anyway. Skittles suited her thanks to the pink hair and how skittish she was initially. Had that changed at all? He’d find out soon enough.

“All laced up and--” Noct further leaned over the board to check her feet and frowned when he saw boots instead of skates. Skittles wasn’t carrying any either but maybe she was simply checking out the crowd before renting a pair from the stand on the other side. “Are you going to join in or just be a voyeur?”]]> <![CDATA[The First Noel]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=205 Wed, 15 Dec 2021 16:04:17 +0000 Edwin Jameson]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=205
He admired the rows of pegs of handmade ornaments before plucking a few and setting them into his basket. Everything here was so charming and he’d been told that most of it was locally made by a small group of friends which added to the appeal. Some items they ordered in but they tried to keep to their aesthetic and he appreciated it as it seemed like perhaps it was becoming his own as well.

They already had the farmhouse decorated, having done it the previous week, but Edwin felt like it wasn’t enough. It was the Family’s first Christmas together, after all! He wanted everything to be perfect for his small group that had not only put their trust in him but also their well-being. He vowed to keep them all safe but he also wanted them happy and well-tended to, even if it was simply by having holiday cheer.

He reached a section that was filled with garland and immediately fell in love with the ones that had pine cones, sprigs of berries, and some red and green plaid ribbons. They would be perfect for the two fireplaces that had been decidedly lacking in decorations. The lone clerk came over and fussed over him and he counter-fussed, insisting he was fine but in the end, the woman took the garland from him to bring to the counter and urged him to go check out the wreaths.

By the time he finished in that section and made his way to the counter to pay, Edwin could no longer refrain from smiling. Everything was perfect and would add the final touches to the already wonderfully decorated home. He truly did love what Charlotte had decided to go with but in a way, it almost felt too modern and perfect. This would add a touch of homemade and cosiness. At least, he was hopeful the styles would blend well together.

Edwin left the shop with six large paper bags carrying his spoils. The weight didn’t bother him and there had unfortunately been a distinct lack of snow lately so the walk back to his vehicle was unencumbered. He added that to his list of things he was thankful for that night since he couldn’t get a parking spot near the store and had to walk a couple of blocks.

It turned out that was also a good thing as he spotted someone familiar walking by his car. He started to raise a hand to wave and chuckled when he saw the bags, simply calling out instead, “Miss Naomi!” Edwin increased his pace enough that he cut down the space between them in a handful of seconds and smiled at the woman. “It’s so good to see you again.”]]>
He admired the rows of pegs of handmade ornaments before plucking a few and setting them into his basket. Everything here was so charming and he’d been told that most of it was locally made by a small group of friends which added to the appeal. Some items they ordered in but they tried to keep to their aesthetic and he appreciated it as it seemed like perhaps it was becoming his own as well.

They already had the farmhouse decorated, having done it the previous week, but Edwin felt like it wasn’t enough. It was the Family’s first Christmas together, after all! He wanted everything to be perfect for his small group that had not only put their trust in him but also their well-being. He vowed to keep them all safe but he also wanted them happy and well-tended to, even if it was simply by having holiday cheer.

He reached a section that was filled with garland and immediately fell in love with the ones that had pine cones, sprigs of berries, and some red and green plaid ribbons. They would be perfect for the two fireplaces that had been decidedly lacking in decorations. The lone clerk came over and fussed over him and he counter-fussed, insisting he was fine but in the end, the woman took the garland from him to bring to the counter and urged him to go check out the wreaths.

By the time he finished in that section and made his way to the counter to pay, Edwin could no longer refrain from smiling. Everything was perfect and would add the final touches to the already wonderfully decorated home. He truly did love what Charlotte had decided to go with but in a way, it almost felt too modern and perfect. This would add a touch of homemade and cosiness. At least, he was hopeful the styles would blend well together.

Edwin left the shop with six large paper bags carrying his spoils. The weight didn’t bother him and there had unfortunately been a distinct lack of snow lately so the walk back to his vehicle was unencumbered. He added that to his list of things he was thankful for that night since he couldn’t get a parking spot near the store and had to walk a couple of blocks.

It turned out that was also a good thing as he spotted someone familiar walking by his car. He started to raise a hand to wave and chuckled when he saw the bags, simply calling out instead, “Miss Naomi!” Edwin increased his pace enough that he cut down the space between them in a handful of seconds and smiled at the woman. “It’s so good to see you again.”]]> <![CDATA[Cat Scratch Fever?]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=202 Wed, 03 Nov 2021 13:27:33 +0000 Benjamin Hunt]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=202
But it was.

Far more than he would have expected and so much more stuff that was necessary. She might have been a toddler but she far out stripped any human child in ability and there were times Ben was certain she was going to be either the death of him or the death of herself. So far he'd managed to keep her alive and not diving off the edges of cupboards. A soft meow in his ear had him looking towards the side to study her. "You're the one who wanted to go shopping," he told her with an amused shake of his head, "I told you it was going to be chilly and you should go as a girl in a stroller."

He was chuckling as he unzipped his jacket just enough for the small kitten to clamor inside before turning so she could look out at the world as Benjamin walked to the next shop. He wasn't really paying attention, adjusting her tiny body to fit snugly and comfortably against his warm chest and didn't see the person coming until it was too late. She was no help, simply digging claws into his skin instead of making noise. "Youch. That wasn't necessary," he hissed and danced a little before jerking his head up, "Ah... I didn't see you there. My apologies."]]>
But it was.

Far more than he would have expected and so much more stuff that was necessary. She might have been a toddler but she far out stripped any human child in ability and there were times Ben was certain she was going to be either the death of him or the death of herself. So far he'd managed to keep her alive and not diving off the edges of cupboards. A soft meow in his ear had him looking towards the side to study her. "You're the one who wanted to go shopping," he told her with an amused shake of his head, "I told you it was going to be chilly and you should go as a girl in a stroller."

He was chuckling as he unzipped his jacket just enough for the small kitten to clamor inside before turning so she could look out at the world as Benjamin walked to the next shop. He wasn't really paying attention, adjusting her tiny body to fit snugly and comfortably against his warm chest and didn't see the person coming until it was too late. She was no help, simply digging claws into his skin instead of making noise. "Youch. That wasn't necessary," he hissed and danced a little before jerking his head up, "Ah... I didn't see you there. My apologies."]]> <![CDATA[Dragonfly]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=160 Sun, 19 Sep 2021 00:01:35 +0000 Naomi Archived]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=160 It had been a cloudy afternoon with no presence of the sun as it once had been during the early morning. The weather only stirred the emotions that had been underneath the surface. It had highlighted the emptiness the feline felt within, magnifying the aches that had ravaged her muscles. The heart that had a large capacity to love had been battered and crumbled as she mourned those that no longer had been there. The mourning had turned into a torment as she found herself screaming within the pillow or drowning her tears in the flowing waters of the shower. She was feeling the weight of her emotions and Naomi knew she couldn’t allow to decrease more than she had been that day. There had been a sense of control, she needed control even if she hadn’t fully grasped the weight of what she had experienced in a short amount of time.


Most of the afternoon had been spent roaming Greenebrooke. It had been too early to shift in resume a form that seemed natural to the leopardess without the exposure of herself. Her coat had been dark and therefore would stand out without the back drop of darkness. She had itched to run and indulge in more primal nature which allowed an ounce of rest for her human mind. There still had been hours left until that could become a reality therefore she had opted for continuing to explore the city she now would call home.


The exploration of Greenbrooke had been mundane. More parks had been explored along with several businesses and most of downtown area. Nothing she had called to the woman’s spirit except for Petal Pots Designs. The shop had caught her interest and knew being around plants would help lift her mood. It also had dawned on the feline that she should gather plants to create a spiritual bath. She had seemed to be lost, withdrawn from the essence of her spirituality. It was a factor that Naomi had not wanted to admit to herself, but knew she needed to attempt help herself. Though she could not see the light through the fog, the leopardess knew she was a light.


A hand wrapped around the handle as she pushed it open. Instantly, the feline had been met by various scent as she inhaled the earthy mixtures. Brown eyes had glanced over the plants and flowers that had been in the showcase as she slowly started her walk around the area. “You have a quite impressive selection,” she said with a small smile as she greeted the woman that had been in the establishment. Naomi had stopped at the lilies to admire them. “Do you have any favorite plants?” Her words had been soft as she spoke to the woman.
]]> It had been a cloudy afternoon with no presence of the sun as it once had been during the early morning. The weather only stirred the emotions that had been underneath the surface. It had highlighted the emptiness the feline felt within, magnifying the aches that had ravaged her muscles. The heart that had a large capacity to love had been battered and crumbled as she mourned those that no longer had been there. The mourning had turned into a torment as she found herself screaming within the pillow or drowning her tears in the flowing waters of the shower. She was feeling the weight of her emotions and Naomi knew she couldn’t allow to decrease more than she had been that day. There had been a sense of control, she needed control even if she hadn’t fully grasped the weight of what she had experienced in a short amount of time.


Most of the afternoon had been spent roaming Greenebrooke. It had been too early to shift in resume a form that seemed natural to the leopardess without the exposure of herself. Her coat had been dark and therefore would stand out without the back drop of darkness. She had itched to run and indulge in more primal nature which allowed an ounce of rest for her human mind. There still had been hours left until that could become a reality therefore she had opted for continuing to explore the city she now would call home.


The exploration of Greenbrooke had been mundane. More parks had been explored along with several businesses and most of downtown area. Nothing she had called to the woman’s spirit except for Petal Pots Designs. The shop had caught her interest and knew being around plants would help lift her mood. It also had dawned on the feline that she should gather plants to create a spiritual bath. She had seemed to be lost, withdrawn from the essence of her spirituality. It was a factor that Naomi had not wanted to admit to herself, but knew she needed to attempt help herself. Though she could not see the light through the fog, the leopardess knew she was a light.


A hand wrapped around the handle as she pushed it open. Instantly, the feline had been met by various scent as she inhaled the earthy mixtures. Brown eyes had glanced over the plants and flowers that had been in the showcase as she slowly started her walk around the area. “You have a quite impressive selection,” she said with a small smile as she greeted the woman that had been in the establishment. Naomi had stopped at the lilies to admire them. “Do you have any favorite plants?” Her words had been soft as she spoke to the woman.
]]> <![CDATA[Remember The Time]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=145 Sun, 12 Sep 2021 01:24:45 +0000 Naomi Archived]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=145 Naomi had not wanted to think. If she avoided what caused so much sorrow maybe it would disappear. She needed to distract her mind and the television with its blacked screen had not been enough. Mindlessly staring at the screen had provided a temporary measure of escape, but the thoughts still lingered in the back of her mind. She couldn’t escape the nightmares, she couldn’t numb her feeling enough. Her own mind had been too loud for peace to settle within her spirit. The agony had been too great for the leopardess to enjoy solitude.


Thinking about it made everything too real.


Heavy eyes had shot open as she had looked to the clock on the nightstand. It had been too early to try to sleep. Each time she had tried, the feline had been plagued by nightmares. Her mind would not allow the feline to forget despite how much she had desperately tried. Naomi had needed to have done something. Anything to distract herself for a few moments. Another sigh had escaped her lips she had lifted herself from the bed and swung her legs over the side as she sat erect. A hand had reached over and turned on the light switch of the lamp that sat on top of the nightstand. She stood as she strides were slow as Naomi made her way into the bathroom and proceeded to shower.


A half hour later, the feline had stumped out of the bathroom and dressed in something simple. She had not been out to impress anyone as she threw on dark denim jeans and a black blouse. The woman pulled her hair into ponytail and slipped on her boots as she grabbed her wallet and key card as she headed towards the door. Naomi had kept her mind focused on where her end destination would be, which she had not cared as long as it had been a distraction



There had been building, a lounge that had felt right within the moment. She had pulled out her license hand showed the tall, muscular bouncer that stood guard. The man had allowed the feline through as she crossed the thresholds of the lounge. Music had pulsated, echoing through the establishment. The scent of various supernaturals whisked under her nose as she made her way to the bar. The tender had been flagged down as she ordered a Cosmo and asked for a tab to be opened. Her card had been taken and returned with her drink. The leopardess made her way to the patio and found an empty table not too far from the fire pit.



Naomi weaved through the tables and placed her drink down as she pulled the chair out and sat. A leg crossed over the other as she tried to focus on the music. Instead, she ended up staring at her full glass. Dark eyes had lifted and blinked as a figure had caught her attention. Brows furrowed as she stared at the woman. She seemed so familiar, but Naomi couldn’t place her from side view.
]]> Naomi had not wanted to think. If she avoided what caused so much sorrow maybe it would disappear. She needed to distract her mind and the television with its blacked screen had not been enough. Mindlessly staring at the screen had provided a temporary measure of escape, but the thoughts still lingered in the back of her mind. She couldn’t escape the nightmares, she couldn’t numb her feeling enough. Her own mind had been too loud for peace to settle within her spirit. The agony had been too great for the leopardess to enjoy solitude.


Thinking about it made everything too real.


Heavy eyes had shot open as she had looked to the clock on the nightstand. It had been too early to try to sleep. Each time she had tried, the feline had been plagued by nightmares. Her mind would not allow the feline to forget despite how much she had desperately tried. Naomi had needed to have done something. Anything to distract herself for a few moments. Another sigh had escaped her lips she had lifted herself from the bed and swung her legs over the side as she sat erect. A hand had reached over and turned on the light switch of the lamp that sat on top of the nightstand. She stood as she strides were slow as Naomi made her way into the bathroom and proceeded to shower.


A half hour later, the feline had stumped out of the bathroom and dressed in something simple. She had not been out to impress anyone as she threw on dark denim jeans and a black blouse. The woman pulled her hair into ponytail and slipped on her boots as she grabbed her wallet and key card as she headed towards the door. Naomi had kept her mind focused on where her end destination would be, which she had not cared as long as it had been a distraction



There had been building, a lounge that had felt right within the moment. She had pulled out her license hand showed the tall, muscular bouncer that stood guard. The man had allowed the feline through as she crossed the thresholds of the lounge. Music had pulsated, echoing through the establishment. The scent of various supernaturals whisked under her nose as she made her way to the bar. The tender had been flagged down as she ordered a Cosmo and asked for a tab to be opened. Her card had been taken and returned with her drink. The leopardess made her way to the patio and found an empty table not too far from the fire pit.



Naomi weaved through the tables and placed her drink down as she pulled the chair out and sat. A leg crossed over the other as she tried to focus on the music. Instead, she ended up staring at her full glass. Dark eyes had lifted and blinked as a figure had caught her attention. Brows furrowed as she stared at the woman. She seemed so familiar, but Naomi couldn’t place her from side view.
]]> <![CDATA[Save Me From Myself]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=144 Sun, 12 Sep 2021 00:47:43 +0000 Naomi Archived]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=144
The sun sat high against the back drop of cadet blue sky. Thin clouds had whisked across the heavens, creating various shapes as a slight breeze blew. The air still held warmth as the light roar of the Summer had been upon them. A soft sigh had escaped her slightly parted lips as the feline had stalked towards the entrance of the park. It had taken much effort to peel herself from the confines of her hotel room. Stirring at the four walls had only caused her mind to spiral into depths of depression. She didn’t want to think, she didn’t want to feel the pain that radiate through her heart. Naomi had prayed for peace within her mind. Prayed the imagines and the smell of slaughtered blood would ceased. Instead, it had continued to haunt her. After little rest, she had forced herself to explain the city she had now claimed as her new home.
 
The leopardess had wondered the city aimless and found herself stumped upon a park that had struck her interest. Within her spirit had felt right as it had called to her. Without a thought, Naomi had not questioned her intuition as she stepped farther into the park, weaving through a cluster of trees that created a large shadow upon the ground. She had tried to keep her thoughts clear and simply focused on the moment. Naomi could hear the birds chirp, the sound of insects that made noise, she had tried to focus on the melody of the rustling leaves. Typically, such sounds would have been serene, but instead it stirred her unsettled spirit.

Brows furrowed, upset that something she had normal enjoyed had not brought pleasure. She had tried to dismiss it, dismiss anything that might had brought anger as the woman continued to push forward. Her gait had been slow as she spotted a playground with a large swing set. Just maybe the swing would give a sense of freedom from her own tormented mind. Naomi needed escape from herself that even being shifted could not provide. Without much through, the feline moved along the grass and made her way to the swing set. A hand had wrapped around the metal chain as she sat down upon the seat and sat there for a moment. Dark eyes lifted to the heavens as she prayed for a moment peace.
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The sun sat high against the back drop of cadet blue sky. Thin clouds had whisked across the heavens, creating various shapes as a slight breeze blew. The air still held warmth as the light roar of the Summer had been upon them. A soft sigh had escaped her slightly parted lips as the feline had stalked towards the entrance of the park. It had taken much effort to peel herself from the confines of her hotel room. Stirring at the four walls had only caused her mind to spiral into depths of depression. She didn’t want to think, she didn’t want to feel the pain that radiate through her heart. Naomi had prayed for peace within her mind. Prayed the imagines and the smell of slaughtered blood would ceased. Instead, it had continued to haunt her. After little rest, she had forced herself to explain the city she had now claimed as her new home.
 
The leopardess had wondered the city aimless and found herself stumped upon a park that had struck her interest. Within her spirit had felt right as it had called to her. Without a thought, Naomi had not questioned her intuition as she stepped farther into the park, weaving through a cluster of trees that created a large shadow upon the ground. She had tried to keep her thoughts clear and simply focused on the moment. Naomi could hear the birds chirp, the sound of insects that made noise, she had tried to focus on the melody of the rustling leaves. Typically, such sounds would have been serene, but instead it stirred her unsettled spirit.

Brows furrowed, upset that something she had normal enjoyed had not brought pleasure. She had tried to dismiss it, dismiss anything that might had brought anger as the woman continued to push forward. Her gait had been slow as she spotted a playground with a large swing set. Just maybe the swing would give a sense of freedom from her own tormented mind. Naomi needed escape from herself that even being shifted could not provide. Without much through, the feline moved along the grass and made her way to the swing set. A hand had wrapped around the metal chain as she sat down upon the seat and sat there for a moment. Dark eyes lifted to the heavens as she prayed for a moment peace.
]]> <![CDATA[Gray Sky, Sad Eyes]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=124 Sat, 28 Aug 2021 17:21:29 +0000 Rhys Evans]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=124
He used to come regularly to the park years ago to meet a friend and bring her food and supplies while checking in with her. Then one day she simply vanished. Rhys was stubborn enough that he continued showing up every evening for three weeks straight just in case she came back but she never did. The daily visits turned into once a week and eventually to once or twice a month. He knew it was pointless as CJ had clearly moved on and perhaps moved to an entirely new city. Maybe she got the help he couldn’t give her. Her face and the emotion in her voice as she asked why his parents couldn’t take her in still haunted him. He had failed a friend that was in desperate need because his parents didn’t want their secret of being mages to get out.

Still, even as he hoped CJ had an amazing life with a loving family, maybe with a significant other that spoiled her, Rhys wandered through the park aiming for what had been their meeting place. It was the first time in two months he had made the trip thanks to being too busy and tired from the training to be a Guardian.

At this point he didn’t even know if he wanted her to be there as the stroll punished him with memories and how he was a failure. If anything bad happened to CJ, he’d never forgive himself for not being able to do more. It didn’t matter that they were barely teenagers and no one paid them any mind. Maybe he could have hexed someone! Maybe he could have just drained a chunk of his allowance sitting in the bank and given it to CJ as he told her to run and be the free spirit he knew she was. Maybe he should have left with her.

As the swings came into view Rhys tried not to get his hopes up when he saw a blonde woman sitting on one. But a moment later she was standing and walking away at just the right angle that he saw her face and knew it wasn’t CJ. Disappointment flooded into him but had he really thought she would be there? As much as he needed the walk of shame, he truly did wish to find CJ waiting at the end one day no matter how slim that was to happen.

He took another drink of his iced coffee and moved off the path to a tree where he leaned his back against the large and rough trunk. Not for the first time he contemplated a location or scrying spell. He was better with his magic now and perhaps it would work despite not having anything personal of CJ’s. It wasn’t a requirement but it made it easier and far more accurate. But he knew it was also fear that kept him from trying. What if he discovered she had died? It was better to keep pretending she would appear one day as he believed she had a wonderful new life in a city far away from the one that treated her so poorly.

As he crunched on an ice cube from his now finished drink, Rhys was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of rain hitting the leaves above his head. He wasn’t sure how long he had stood there, staring off into the distance, and lost in memories and hopes but it seemed it was time to go. Stepping out from under the tree brought him right into the light yet steady rainfall. He could make an illusionary umbrella and line it up with a partial bubble of protection but he was too drained to focus on two spells at the moment.

Besides, the rain matched his mood and he hadn’t melted yet in the water so he wasn’t worried about it happening now. He didn’t hurry back to his car, partially because it wasn’t going to stop him from getting wet but also because it reminded him of his privilege and how lucky he was compared to others. For his eighteenth birthday two years ago, his parents got him a BMW X6 (in red to make it even flashier of course). Rhys knew it was their compromise car. They wanted to get him something like a Porsche but knew he’d be fine with some more average. He did love the car but it screamed that he had money and was a reminder that his parents were famous.

When he slid into the driver’s side, the door shutting and drowning out most of the noise from the rain that was now picking up, Rhys just sat there. He couldn’t see the part of the park that was important to him from where he had to park but the empty swings were easy enough to conjure up in his mind.

He couldn’t come every night with his schedule and lack of information that CJ was even still in the city but perhaps weekly visits could happen again. He started the car and was greeted with silence as he hadn’t bothered to sync up his phone’s Spotify playlist. He wasn’t in the mood for music anyway.

“Take care of yourself, Cassie. I’ll see you later,” Rhys echoed the last words he said to his friend before finally leaving to return to his apartment that his parents also technically paid for.]]>
He used to come regularly to the park years ago to meet a friend and bring her food and supplies while checking in with her. Then one day she simply vanished. Rhys was stubborn enough that he continued showing up every evening for three weeks straight just in case she came back but she never did. The daily visits turned into once a week and eventually to once or twice a month. He knew it was pointless as CJ had clearly moved on and perhaps moved to an entirely new city. Maybe she got the help he couldn’t give her. Her face and the emotion in her voice as she asked why his parents couldn’t take her in still haunted him. He had failed a friend that was in desperate need because his parents didn’t want their secret of being mages to get out.

Still, even as he hoped CJ had an amazing life with a loving family, maybe with a significant other that spoiled her, Rhys wandered through the park aiming for what had been their meeting place. It was the first time in two months he had made the trip thanks to being too busy and tired from the training to be a Guardian.

At this point he didn’t even know if he wanted her to be there as the stroll punished him with memories and how he was a failure. If anything bad happened to CJ, he’d never forgive himself for not being able to do more. It didn’t matter that they were barely teenagers and no one paid them any mind. Maybe he could have hexed someone! Maybe he could have just drained a chunk of his allowance sitting in the bank and given it to CJ as he told her to run and be the free spirit he knew she was. Maybe he should have left with her.

As the swings came into view Rhys tried not to get his hopes up when he saw a blonde woman sitting on one. But a moment later she was standing and walking away at just the right angle that he saw her face and knew it wasn’t CJ. Disappointment flooded into him but had he really thought she would be there? As much as he needed the walk of shame, he truly did wish to find CJ waiting at the end one day no matter how slim that was to happen.

He took another drink of his iced coffee and moved off the path to a tree where he leaned his back against the large and rough trunk. Not for the first time he contemplated a location or scrying spell. He was better with his magic now and perhaps it would work despite not having anything personal of CJ’s. It wasn’t a requirement but it made it easier and far more accurate. But he knew it was also fear that kept him from trying. What if he discovered she had died? It was better to keep pretending she would appear one day as he believed she had a wonderful new life in a city far away from the one that treated her so poorly.

As he crunched on an ice cube from his now finished drink, Rhys was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of rain hitting the leaves above his head. He wasn’t sure how long he had stood there, staring off into the distance, and lost in memories and hopes but it seemed it was time to go. Stepping out from under the tree brought him right into the light yet steady rainfall. He could make an illusionary umbrella and line it up with a partial bubble of protection but he was too drained to focus on two spells at the moment.

Besides, the rain matched his mood and he hadn’t melted yet in the water so he wasn’t worried about it happening now. He didn’t hurry back to his car, partially because it wasn’t going to stop him from getting wet but also because it reminded him of his privilege and how lucky he was compared to others. For his eighteenth birthday two years ago, his parents got him a BMW X6 (in red to make it even flashier of course). Rhys knew it was their compromise car. They wanted to get him something like a Porsche but knew he’d be fine with some more average. He did love the car but it screamed that he had money and was a reminder that his parents were famous.

When he slid into the driver’s side, the door shutting and drowning out most of the noise from the rain that was now picking up, Rhys just sat there. He couldn’t see the part of the park that was important to him from where he had to park but the empty swings were easy enough to conjure up in his mind.

He couldn’t come every night with his schedule and lack of information that CJ was even still in the city but perhaps weekly visits could happen again. He started the car and was greeted with silence as he hadn’t bothered to sync up his phone’s Spotify playlist. He wasn’t in the mood for music anyway.

“Take care of yourself, Cassie. I’ll see you later,” Rhys echoed the last words he said to his friend before finally leaving to return to his apartment that his parents also technically paid for.]]> <![CDATA[A Modern Day Battle]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=74 Sat, 24 Jul 2021 17:11:25 +0000 Karl Zahringer]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=74
Either way, for making him run out on such a ridiculous errand, Karl had decided to take his sweet time and try one of the newer games he had downloaded onto his phone at the advice of a stranger who had spotted him playing Candy Crush while out on a walk. There were gyms and stops aplenty downtown, and he casually strolled between them as he hunted for tiny creatures to enslave with little magical spheres as the bag of beverages hung from his arm. Unless they were of inferior quality, then they could go to the professor's incinerator, or fur farm, or abattoir or whatever it was that happened to them when they were no longer in his hands.

At least he was getting a decent haul, and his tiny cartoonish monster minions were doing well as he stopped to battle at a gym. There was someone else around hanging around too, though it was hard to tell if they were actually playing the same game or just lingering outside of the bar he stood near one their phone while they were waiting. Either way, Karl ignored them for the moment as he worked on trying to upset the gym's defenses for the glory of House Red.]]>
Either way, for making him run out on such a ridiculous errand, Karl had decided to take his sweet time and try one of the newer games he had downloaded onto his phone at the advice of a stranger who had spotted him playing Candy Crush while out on a walk. There were gyms and stops aplenty downtown, and he casually strolled between them as he hunted for tiny creatures to enslave with little magical spheres as the bag of beverages hung from his arm. Unless they were of inferior quality, then they could go to the professor's incinerator, or fur farm, or abattoir or whatever it was that happened to them when they were no longer in his hands.

At least he was getting a decent haul, and his tiny cartoonish monster minions were doing well as he stopped to battle at a gym. There was someone else around hanging around too, though it was hard to tell if they were actually playing the same game or just lingering outside of the bar he stood near one their phone while they were waiting. Either way, Karl ignored them for the moment as he worked on trying to upset the gym's defenses for the glory of House Red.]]> <![CDATA[Innocence Bygone]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=51 Sat, 17 Jul 2021 13:24:16 +0000 Cassandra-Jade McDonald]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=51
Lifting her right hand, CJ licked the slowly melting ice-cream, enjoying the sweet treat. She didn’t indulge on such things often, not nearly often enough really, but enjoyed them all the more because of it. This one was a combination, with one scoop of mint-chocolate-chip, a scoop of vanilla bean, and a scoop of mango. The server girl had looked more than a little concerned with CJ’s choices, but CJ didn’t care. She loved the flavours, and they went well together in her opinion. She licked the ice-cream again, relishing the minty freshness and delicious tang of chocolate.

Moving through the empty park, CJ made her way over to the swing set, and selected the one that looked the cleanest – the centre one – and set herself down. Her left arm wrapped around the chain, her right arm close to her body to protect her diminishing ice-cream, CJ pushed back and began to swing, closing her eyes and enjoying the self-made breeze in her hair. It helped combat the muggy heat, even if only slightly. Mayne that was why those fancy ladies like to carry around fans, though they’d always seemed to be more effort than they were worth to CJ.]]>
Lifting her right hand, CJ licked the slowly melting ice-cream, enjoying the sweet treat. She didn’t indulge on such things often, not nearly often enough really, but enjoyed them all the more because of it. This one was a combination, with one scoop of mint-chocolate-chip, a scoop of vanilla bean, and a scoop of mango. The server girl had looked more than a little concerned with CJ’s choices, but CJ didn’t care. She loved the flavours, and they went well together in her opinion. She licked the ice-cream again, relishing the minty freshness and delicious tang of chocolate.

Moving through the empty park, CJ made her way over to the swing set, and selected the one that looked the cleanest – the centre one – and set herself down. Her left arm wrapped around the chain, her right arm close to her body to protect her diminishing ice-cream, CJ pushed back and began to swing, closing her eyes and enjoying the self-made breeze in her hair. It helped combat the muggy heat, even if only slightly. Mayne that was why those fancy ladies like to carry around fans, though they’d always seemed to be more effort than they were worth to CJ.]]>