Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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A big cheeky smile, ear to ear, encompassed the miniature-built hell hound's face, clearly depicting his joy and fulfillment with having been given a solid "yes". This moment was like a dream come true for Axel; food, friendliness, medical care, all the hospitality in general was a delightful change. As much as Axel didn't want to, in the back of his mind, he was thinking about what would happen when this is all over and past. Would he be back out on the streets again, maybe left with portions of food and liquid to sustain himself out on his own? Surely, this hospitality was purely temporary as with any other person, though this was the highest quality treatment he's been provided with.
"Yeah, room temperature water please though I'm not picky! Anything's fine, so long as I'm not smothered or drowning in really cold water-- well actually, now that I think about it, rain was enough to make me ill so... yeah room temperature water is probably best!" he concluded his mindless ramble, tail sweeping the bed eagerly for more to fill himself with.
Axel leaned back a bit when Clyde had offered a reasoning for the "dog" like smell, which in which he confessed his species as a lycanthrope. There were a few lycans, or werewolves, that he had come across and most of them were not so friendly- though, he found their shared trait of being large and built, as well as beastly in bed, equally thrilling. Most were handsome, but based on his experiences, not so pleasant in personality. Yet, Clyde was an outlier to this general idea.
"Whooooaaa, soooo a werewolf yeah? That's cool, so you're pretty much a doggy like me, only... you're a big doggy that's for sure!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, flattening himself out upon the bed and propping his head up with his hands, swinging his legs like some school girl. "You must be a loooot of fun beneath the sheets then, hm? Hee~" he cooed at him seductively, offering a wink and struggling to bate his laughter. "I kid, I kid! Honest I'm innocent, a little. Anyway! You're so much more kind than the other ones I met, and you smell hygienic compared to them. I barely could tell you were one!"
Before he could banter further on such a fun topic, the male had collected the dishes and departed from the room with a red face and a nasty case of embarrassment. Axel could only giggle like a child playing with its new toy, as the meek ones always had the most amusing reactions to his behaviors.
Quietly, he awaited their return; but couldn't help but submit to this dangerous idleness. Axel's thoughts revolved around the idea of being kicked out of here and fed back to the wolf that was the impoverished streets. It was unclean, unsafe and demanding. Already, he could feel the filthy hands of random strangers tracing around his body, admiring how abused yet how soft and frail it was, and how simply they could add to the art piece that was named the Homeless Whore. Axel grimaced, and his lips sought shelter in his mouth; then the door had opened, revealing yet another full platter of food and a full glass of water.
This time, it was not met with immense amounts of hyperactivity, but instead a bright smile, deceptively protecting his discouragement. Axel's fake smile was incredibly well honed over the course of his life, but it'll never be fully perfect with the existence of superhuman senses and magical interference. "Hee~ Welcome back, handsome wolf-man," he blurted out in a flattery manner with hopes to distract him with the same embarrassment. "Thank you for the food!" Pushing himself up eagerly, he dug into the meal once more, and halfway through he felt himself becoming fully. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to stop- not with the idea of not being able to eat like this again pestering his nerves.
As a result, he overate with little consequence as of yet. The water was gone in a single swig, and afterwards a sigh of contentment had been expelled from his mouth. "Woo! I'm stuffed... you're such a good cook. I wish I could cook like that, or even just have the appliances and tools to do it myself."
There was a brief pause before Clyde had returned to the room, the seductive remarks from Axel maintaining a deep red on his cheeks. While he stood, his green eyes staring at the closed door as his heart rapidly pounded in his chest. Each palpitation felt as though his heart was attempting to escape his chest cavity. The entirety of his face was red, his limited facial hair resulting in a massive canvas painted in red. His cheeks, the bridge of his nose and some other sections of his face maintained this deep colour, making it obvious the lycanthrope was still flustered from the remarks. Admittedly, Clyde had never participated in naughtier activities, thus the concept caused his heart to race wildly. These were notions he imagined himself only talking about in an entirely professional manner; not in flirtatious banter. The thought of somebody attempting to earn his favour in a seductive manner is what made Clyde’s emotions go wild. Thus, the lycanthrope took a few moments, allowing himself to calm a few moments before skillfully balancing a tray with one of his massive hands and turning the gold painted knob to the bedroom.
A broad grin touched his lips when he returned, finding his chatty patient waiting for the food delivery, Axel even providing a kindly greeting, the compliment already resulting in the return of a faint blush. Only on rare occasions could he receive those types of kind remarks from another individual, making him unacquainted with the notion. Secretly, the lycanthrope enjoyed the sweetly stated words of the hellhound; it was surprisingly endearing to be given a compliment on occasion. While Clyde entered the room, he attempted to maintain an air of calmness, although, he was nervously waiting for the next flirtatious remark from the hellhound. Carefully, everything was set onto the small fold-out table, including the room temperature water which his patient agreed was a preference because of his species discretions with cold. As he settled everything on the table, he flashed a pleasant smile at Axel in return, believing his facade of happiness entirely. Being a rather naive man, Clyde was easily fooled by masked expression and never became the wiser to an attempt to hide true emotions.
After everything was properly set onto the table, the redhead took a few steps backwards, the blush on his face finally fading. The display during the first meal suggested the possibility of mess reaching Clyde should he remain close while Axel consumed his food. With arms folded behind his back, the lycanthrope continued smiling while he waited to witness Axel devour the contents on the tray.
“You’re welcome. I hope you enjoy,” Clyde responded politely.
Quietly, the redhead watched Axel’s ardent approach to devouring the meal. The hellhound seemed unable to cease the hasty devouring of the tray’s contents, although, this was to Clyde’s delight. When he found the hellhound, he was malnourished and definitely required some proper home cooking to promote a healthier lifestyle. A soft chuckle escaped the lycanthrope’s mouth as he proceeded to smile at Axel, gleeful once the food was eaten. Watching the young man eat was rather amusing, especially considering the gluttonous manner in which he consumed the food on his plate. When a compliment towards his cooking was stated, Clyde’s eyes widened in surprise. There was a limited amount of people who would provide him with a positive remark about his cooking, most finding the meals he made to be rather average. Unfortunately, the redhead was void of smiles from the following remark about cooking and appliances. While the lycanthrope suspected homelessness on account of where he found Axel, he prayed the notion was incorrect.
“Thank-you… and I hope one day you are able to cook for yourself,” Clyde paused, a gentle smile touching his face. “I could teach you if you like.”
While the lycanthrope hardly considered himself influential in the cooking world, he could perhaps teach the young man to cook. The idea seemed like an excellent hobby to teach Axel to preoccupy him during his healing process. There were other plans Clyde desired to establish, specifically card and board games and perhaps some puzzles to give the hellhound some entertainment that was mentally stimulating. A wide smile remained on Clyde’s face as he thought about the numerous things he could do to provide Axel with entertainment.
”T-Teach me to cook?!” he blasted out blasphemously at his words, now, sitting up and leaning back as though a gust of wind had sent him backward. All of Axel’s life, he’s never had the chance to make his own food nor had he the ability to do so, or the experience of watching other people cook with his own eyes to have an idea of how to go about it. All of a sudden, this stranger, blessing him with hospitality, offered to teach him. Just how far is this werewolf going to go for a piece of trailer trash like him?
“A-Are you sure about that…? Haha… surely you’re joking. I must be dreaming all of this, let me just…” The male pinched himself on the arm and flicked himself on the cheek, hoping that the pinch of pain would startled him awake or snap him out of whatever fantasy this was. It didn’t work, since Clyde was still where he was standing and not dissipating from view; nor was he awakening to cold rain, cold air and a dumpster clocking him on the head from sitting up too fast.
Blinking a few times, Axel leaned forward eagerly. “Well, I guess I can get my hopes up after all! I would love that! When do we start? How will we start?!” he hyperactively asked, only to lose the look on his face momentarily to his thoughts. Regaining his composure temporarily, he had adjusted his seating posture into a cross-legged indian-style seat. ”Ooh… actually, it’d be better to start when I’m not already full of food… I could cook for you, assuming you haven’t eaten! Buuuut… I wouldn’t trust any food from me, heehee~ I doubt I’d be that good, even less as good as you!” he admitted humbly, scratching his sides.
A thought had crossed the hellhound’s mind as a result of this. Perhaps the large man was intent on allowing him to stay here for a little longer than just a night? At least until he recovered, he reckoned, but surely that wouldn’t take longer than three days at most. Axel didn’t want to assume the length of his stay unfortunately, but he also didn’t want to know. Instead, he wanted to let it come on it’s own; the heartbreaking moment where he’d be told to get out. It was better to sit in the unknowing of when the terms of his stay were up, that way he could spend the period of it oblivious and unburdened.
Yet, there was a burden. It was a pit of guilt within him over being cared for so charitably by such a wonderful (and attractive) guy. It was always one or the other; guilt, or discontentment (usually caused by mistreatment). Axel couldn’t seem to find an in between. In order to satiate this guilt, he’d always do something in return to appease the other. Now without that, he felt… like a weight with no benefit or purpose.
”S-So wait… in that case, am I staying a little longer?” he asked, tilting his head curiously. Meanwhile, within, he was tormented by the believed cheekiness and anticipation of his inquiry. Frantically, with a nervous smile, he waved his hands dramatically. ”N-Not that I was expecting that, really! I can sleep outside if I have to!”
Throughout his life, Clyde had taught various people different sets of skills; after living for 700 years there were plenty of things he could teach. Passing off skills was something special and time-consuming, but genuinely rewarding when the other individual could walk away with newly acquired knowledge. The simple offer would be a pleasant distraction while Axel healed and appeared to be something they were excited to learn. The hellhound’s excitement caused the lycanthrope to chuckle in amusement as a soft grin touched his lips. There was nothing better than providing an excellent activity for his patient to enjoy, furthermore, it was productive to assuring Axel could perhaps have opportunities in the future. While the doctor primary objective was to bring the hellhound to a state of pristine health, he desired to assist with the current state of life he presumed the man was confined to. Any skills could possibly assist in providing the young hellhound a better life and hopefully one away from the vicious streets. The lycanthrope nodded to answer the first question, a soft chuckle leaving his throat as Axel proceeded to believe everything to be fantasy; clearly, nobody offered him much. The pinching was met with another soft laugh as Clyde watched Axel’s reaction to what was happening.
The intense excitement the dark-haired man displayed in regards to being granted the opportunity for cooking lessons was pleasant. It reassured Clyde that he discovered an activity for his patient to enjoy. There was nothing better than finding a productive activity to teach an excited student. The discussions promptly shifted to notions of when the class would begin, the redhead providing a warm smile throughout the ramble. A moment was taken for consideration, the lycanthrope pondering when they could begin these lessons.
“Perhaps later would be best,” he stated with a grin. “There are still leftovers from the stew I can eat up first. Plus, it will give you time to think of something you would like to cook,” Clyde suggested.
There was a limited amount of foods Clyde would avoid eating, thus allowing Axel to decide appeared to be the better option. The lycanthrope was mostly hoping the time would ample enough for Axel to arrive at a conclusion. Carefully, the redhead adjusted his glasses, lifting his wrist to check the time displayed on the small watch. He should start eating his lunch then perhaps he should call work and check if he could get a few days off to assist his patients in settling in. Once Axel was capable of handling himself for a few hours, then work could recommence. Slowly, the lycanthrope walked over to gather the assortment of items, stacking them gracefully onto the tray. A broad grin was given to Axel as Clyde straightened, holding the tray.
“Speaking of which, I should go eat. If you would like, feel free to look around the house to familiarize yourself, or you can come to sit with me,” Clyde offered in a friendly manner. “If you are up to walk of course.”
A soft grin touched the lycanthrope’s face as he awaited Axel’s answer. The redhead was plenty prepared to balance the tray on a single of his large hands to assist the man in walking out of the room. Confining him into the room would not assist in entertaining the patient of course. There was a pause when the man mentioned sleeping arrangement, Clyde's eyes widening when Axel stated sleeping inside opposed to the kindly offered room.
"There is no need for that!" Clyde exclaimed hastily. "You're staying right here at least until you're in pristine health. If you wish to stay longer, I have nothing against."
There was a broad grin on the redhead's face at his offer, the notion of having company resulting in a momentary fantasizing. The splendid idea of having somebody around to converse with and share skills sounded absolutely incredible. After leaving for his journey and later settling in Lorsette, the cottage became a frightful type of lonesome. Plants lived in their green house, but lacked communication ability, leaving the hospital and city as the few moments he gained social interaction. The lonesome was the worse piece of independence, thus the lycanthrope fancied the idea of a roommate, even if it would merely be temporary.
Axel’s pointy, black ears stood up high in response to their words, expressing his incredulousness. If he heard correctly, this man had done him a kindness before he did himself one. Feeding another before oneself was beyond charitable, and in a way he looked up at him as though he were some saint dawning generosity upon his dark, puny and pathetic life. The hellhound’s cheeks shedded their paleness, revealing a rosy glow; and this pigment crossed the bridge of his nose.
”You must be some kind of angel…” he said aloud, without even having thought. It had only been a few moments afterwards until he realized he had voiced that opinion audibly, and the shade of his cheeks reddened so darkly that lightheadedness had set in. ”A-Ahh! I mean, haha… oops… I meant that you’re just such a nice person. You’re doing so much for me, some weird and broke whore that you picked up somewhere prolly drunk and naked and likely with a gaped a-... never mind! Heehee, but you fed yourself first before me… you’re like some kind of god.” he rambled energetically, looking away in embarrassment for his mistake.
The man was like an angel but in the body of a werewolf. If Clyde were a god, he’d clasp his hands in prayer to him surely; course, that definitely wasn’t the case. This was the hospitality of an honest, life-appreciating individual. ”Even if he says I don’t owe him anything… I have to repay this debt somehow. I can’t just take this without giving something in return… maybe he actually does like pleasure and won’t say it? Or some kind of labor…” he mulled to himself, as the male extended an offer to him.
”O-Oh! I mean… I guess it’d be nice to get outta bed, hehe. I’m feeling pretty energetic, even though I’m pretty sore all over… I might need help walking-” and as he said that, the male stepped forward in a gesture, as if prepared to assist him in compensating for his mobility. ”Thanks so much!” he thanked him gratefully, shifting himself over and beginning to slide off the bed, readying himself for further assistance.
Even though he had been willing to act accordingly to the man’s preferences, relief had sedated his nerves when Clyde had protested the idea of sleeping outside. As a whole, the male even expressed lenience about an idea of him staying after his recovery. Jolliness touched his face, and his tail wagged actively with satisfaction. ”I really appreciate it!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.
There were times Clyde was informed he was fair too benevolent for his own good, but the lycanthrope adored witnessing the jovial faces caused by his assistance. It brought an intense warmth to his heart and a broad grin to his own face. Helping others was something he desired to do because of the pleasant feeling that accompanied it. There were always opportunities to assist himself once the person in question received proper care; even if he managed to run out of food, he could simply make himself more. The delight he provided his patient fuel the broad grin on Clyde’s face. Astonishment touched the redhead’s features at the compliment Axel provided him. He referred to him as an angel, one of the heavenly creatures which hailed the goddess Akari. Nobody necessarily referred to him as an angel, but rather a benevolent person who risked being manipulated as a result. There was further surprise when Axel referred to him as some kind of god. The lycanthrope never thought of himself as a god, which resulted in him being flattered over receiving the prestigious compliment, although, he felt it was unwarranted; he was merely a benevolent man attempting to assist the less fortunate.
There were moments where gods were proven to be rather callous and violent, evident by the war which occurred thousands of years ago between Akari and Volos. Instead of mentioning notion, Clyde provided a smile accompanied by a small chuckle over the notion of being declared a god; it appeared the best method to react which would not perturb or cause guilt. The comment was obviously designed to be a compliment, thus the lycanthrope appreciated it as one. At the mentioning of walking, Clyde smoothly transitioned the tray to his left hand, balancing with ease; during his travels across the world, he temporarily worked as a waiter. An arm was wrapped around Axel when he slid from the comfort of the bed, the redhead providing addition balance to allow the hellhound to walk.
"It is not a problem at all! I placed myself in charge of taking care of you, which means this is all part of the job," Clyde responded cheerfully to the thanks. "Besides, this will help you get better."
Gradually, the lycanthrope began leading his patient from the spare bedroom into the cottage hallway which lead to the living room alongside the kitchen. A formal tour could be given once both hands were free and perhaps after consuming some delightful lunch for himself. The kitchen and the living room neighboured one another, a counter being placed between them with a gap to allow viewing into the living room. There was gratitude expressed by the hellhound, bringing a broad grin to Clyde's face as he proceeded to lead him through the living room.
"Anywhere certain your curious about?" Clyde inquired.
The question was specifically asked in case Axel wanted further directions or assistance to a specific area to enjoy himself while Clyde indulged himself in lunch. He needed to keep his patient entertained after all since he was both of the doctor and the nurse.
Axel’s ears tilted quizzically at his statement, discouraged to be settled with the arrangements by the way they worded it. It sounded more like they burdened themselves with an extra layer of responsibility merely to nurse him and assist him in standing back on his feet. It didn’t seem right, since they asked for nothing and in the meanwhile he was cleaning him up of his life misfortunes he couldn’t have avoided anyway no matter how hard he’d try. It would be a rigorous road, one he’d be willing to walk but one that he feared would place some stress on Clyde though he offered a helping hand from the sidewalks.
There was a hesitance in voicing the unnecessariness of their proposal and the extent of their devotion, since he feared it’d be interpreted as not wanting help at all as it was perceived as so in the past. A weak smile, concealing his inner feelings of guilty regret for unintentionally placing himself in this man’s care, passed over his features. With one arm occupied with wrapping around the large lycan, the other hand had the job of keeping himself upright with positioning itself in accordance for the better sake of his balance.
”Mmmm… I mean, the bathroom would be great to know!” he suggested sensibly. For once, he’d be able to use it privately rather than use a public one. While he didn’t have to use it at the moment, it would be valuable information for the future in case he did need it.
Benevolence would be his specialty should it be a taught class. Displaying kindness through his actions was common for Clyde, the man being readily available to offer his assistance whenever possible. It was simply the method the lycanthrope chose to live he life; he preferred to show goodwill rather than callously shove those who needed help away; he struggled to say no when somebody required assistance. Helping others brought a warm sensation to the man's heart alongside the comfort of knowing he helping somebody accomplish their dreams or avoid the harsh world they could have fallen into. Unfortunately, this resulted in the doctor's joining of the Assembly of Phantoms, a secret he kept quiet to proceed with assisting the weaker members who were not given medical treatment; someone needed to help. However, the redhead's devotion to benevolence resulted in him discovering Axel and bringing him home for the medical treatment he needed.
The lycanthrope proceeded to assist, offering a small nod when Axel asked about where the washroom is. Slowly, he led the hellhound to where the closest bathroom was, opening the door to reveal the small room.
"This would be your washroom," there was a pause as the lycanthrope thought. "I may see if I can find you a walker. I have a few useful tools in the basement, and at least with that, you can move around as you need."
While Clyde was never opposed to assisting is patients, providing Axel with something to walk with would allow his guest to visit the washroom without worries of being watched. The last thing he desired was to make his company uncomfortable by constantly being required to watch over him through all affairs. There was a pause as the redhead allowed the hellhound to look over the small washroom which possessed a tub, toilet and sink for his convenience. There were rails implemented, obviously designed to assist with the movement for those who struggled with movement. Everything inside the washroom was well sterilized to avoid sickness contamination, evident by the potent smell.
Small, but stable steps were taken on Clyde’s gentle direction of his being. It was so different that it came off as a surprise to Axel, the ease of movement after having had his body stripped of its purity for who knows how many times. It was uncommon for him to face a lack of obstacle when attempting to mobilize while in such a pathetic condition. The pain of bruises, combined with the stiff trauma of his muscles disallowed him from freely navigating just as precisely directed.
There was no way in hell Clyde had no idea what happened to him only just before. After all, he examined his body, cleansed him and laid him to a comfortable rest for recovery. All judgement had cast aside, blind eyes averted to his drunkenness and whorish infidelity. As embarrassed as he wanted to be for it, he was completely devoted to gratitude.
There was a warm, yet weird sensation in him. Perhaps it was simply that he was flattered that he was treated so indiscriminately for once?
What is grantedly normal for others was a wonder to Axel, as his life was filled with the lack of general wealth and givens. Axel wasn’t nurtured on a life in a family home, setting or sweet childhood with mother and father. It was a violation to all that a child should get to experience, and the idea of having access to such a nicely kept bathroom was exciting. No more using the bathroom in businesses and beating it out the door, or pissing in alleys and bushes while no one was looking; or even having to transform into his feral form to just barely get away with cutting a leak loose on a fire hydrant.
“Whoooaaa, you sure got a nice bathroom here… better than some public bathroom for sure— smells better too,” he commented, peeking his head in to look around. ”Almost makes me want to go let a piss loose and enjoy the privacy!”
The hellhound’s bladder was not yet prepared for such an activity, so for now he would have to look forward to that experience.
Axel’s ears flicked back at the thought of using a walker. It made him pull his head back, and stifle a chortle. ”A walker? Ehehe… oh please, I’m not that old,” he commented sarcastically, slipping his tongue out of pure jest. ”I will manage however possible. If there’s walls, I think I will be good. Looks like I’ll be outta ‘work’ for a while though after that!” After a moment of reflection over his words, he hastily added on in apprehension, ”I-I mean— not that I’ll be free loading or anything, h-honestly I’ll be doing something to make my stay worthwhile for you!”
Rosiness crawled across his delicate complexion. While a hell hound’s silver tongue was to be wary of, the sincere words and expressions Axel showed did not dare disrespect willing benevolence.
”Alright, sorry for the hold up big guy, you gotta eat your fill too… and I might have myself another bite!”
Softly, Clyde held Axel, slowly leading him into a stable walk through the cottage. A happy smile stretched across the lycanthrope's face as he accomplished the action of assisting the hellhound. Progress was being made despite the recentness of those wounds, thus the redhead was quite pleased with current affairs. While the assumed reason behind those injuries were concerning, the doctor viewed them many times throughout his extensive career. The medical field was never a stranger to wounds related to clandestine interactions. Either way, the individual had family, and Clyde would be despise not at least attempting to help the person going through these pains. Gradually, the large man assisted the shorter, dark-haired one to the washroom's location, a cautious eye observing for any signs of struggle. Fortunately, it appeared Axel was doing well recovering from whatever happened prior to Clyde discovering him in an alley, drunk and wounded. The compliments on the tidy washroom where met with a broadened smile on the lycanthrope's lips.
A cleanly washroom was an excellent room to have, especially since it assured nobody would end up sick from unsanitary conditions. He allowed Axel to look around the washroom as he pleased to get familiar with the clean little bathroom.
"I would sure hope it is!" Clyde commented with a light-hearted chuckle. "I work in a hospital, so I better know how to keep the restroom clean."
The rejection of the walker promptly changed Clyde's face from amusement to surprise. Walkers could even assist the wounded whenever needed, however, he was aware plenty of people associated them with the elderly. Those who were older in the community used them more often after all. He listened as Axel stated he would be out of work immediately afterwards, the frantic requirement to assure there would be no free-loading prompting another chuckle and forgetfulness about the walker.
"You can worry about things like work when you recover. For now, your job is bed rest and getting better," Clyde insisted benevolently.
There were times people disobeyed doctor's orders to work, thus the lycanthrope's insistence on rest opposed to pushing workloads on the hellhound, not that he would regularly do that. Hunger never entered Clyde's mind until it was mentioned again. The large man smiled and nodded quickly before turning to slowly lead Axel to the kitchen where the small dining table was and the warm pot of stew. Once there, he would carefully lead Axel to a chair he could sit in before moving to the pot to gather two bowls and spoons. His companion did mention another bite after all.
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