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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Summer 2024
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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
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hroughout the night Brendon had turned in his sleep to curl his smaller body around the much larger wolf-beast that also occupied his bed. His hands had somehow found their way into his fur, tangling within the much softer and clean coat, now that Josuah had taken his bath. Despite his movements, the boy had remained completely unconscious. Removing Josuah’s curse and bestowing him a blessing had taken all of the fourteen year old’s energy.
Dawn had bloomed over the horizon, filling the sky, at least a few hours ago. Sunlight poured in through his bedroom windows and the fireplace had long since spent its last bit of fuel. Outside, songbirds chirped and tweeted to one another, and it was ultimately the sensation of all of these things that finally roused Brendon from his slumber.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, was the large and furry head of his familiar within his animal form. He strongly smelled of shampoo, his coat almost twinkling as light pooled over them. But, Brendon immediately frowned, in a pouting sort of way, and reached out to grasp tightly onto one of his ears, his other hand gripping at the fur of his cheek.
“Josuaaah…!” He instantly whined in a loud manner, throwing a fit.
The bed had been too soft...the sounds of the shifting house too loud and the outside wild felt too far away. But the one person that made his rest plausible was the young boy clinging to his face for all the support in the world as he slept. Josuah's senses were filled with Brendon...he could hear his heart...his breathing and every single shift as he slept. It was comforting to be there and finally be able to protect him.
He had changed back within his wolf form because he felt stronger that way...and all of his senses were heightened. He could hear the creak of the house from far away and even the stirring of other members in the household throughout the night. All of this helped ease his fear of something happening to his master. He had never had anyone outside of himself to protect and having something as precious as a charge was nerve rattling.
Despite the comfort he felt...he still didn't fall into a deep slumber. He wouldn't let his guard down because he felt that anything could happen. He was on edge due to the life he lived and that wouldn't be something easily broken.
When Brendon began to stir, Josuah was within a light sleep, his ears flickered and caught the sound of him, but the loud cry of his name jolted through him with little hesitation. His eyes jerked open and his pupils dilated as he bore his fangs and drew up to take in their surroundings...expecting a very real threat.
Unconsciously he had released his shield all around them and the power that coursed through him was dangerous and direct. He expected a killer...someone trying to take his master away...to steal his own life...
With his heart pounding almost painfully, he slowed his breathing down as he saw no one was there...and brought his gaze back towards his charge.
'What happened?' He asked through their minds, but his voice was a bit disoriented because of how he had been awoken.
Winter || Morning || Brendon's Bedroom || OOC: Hehe, it's fine! Never any rush with us. ♪ P.s Thanks for finding a picture of the clothes Brendon's mother gave Josuah!
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tartled by the golden wolf’s sudden snarl, Brendon’s gaze widened as he watched the beast lift up to bare his fangs to the unoccupied room. Josuah was much different in his beast form than his human. He was more ferocious and animal-like, appearing to be more of a terrifying animal than the boy he had come to know. But, what was probably the most surprising, was the surge of energy that blasted out and manifested as a large dome barrier around them, and Brendon immediately felt that a large portion of the Matthews household had probably also sensed the explosion of aggressive magic.
‘What happened?’ Josuah’s voice filled his mind a moment later, the piercing emerald of his wolf’s gaze finally lowering to him, and Brendon wanted to know the same thing.
“That’s what I would like to know,” Brendon returned, although he had lost most of his boldness. He stretched underneath Josuah and then lifted one of his hands to prod at the beast’s muzzle. “You’re a wolf again.”
Josuah's gaze followed the boy's finger as he reached up and pressed it against the bridge of his muzzle. "You're a wolf again," he explained and for a brief moment Josuah didn't understand why that would cause him to cry out to him. His emerald gaze moved to the shield surrounding them and slowly he dispersed it with minimal energy waste. He was usually much more careful with bring up his shield because he knew that it drew attention, but somehow it had happened so unconsciously.
Then without another word, he began transforming back into his human self. There was prickling of self consciousness still within him as Brendon's gaze pressed into him. He wondered if he looked better...more human with clean clothes and with the bath he had last night. Josuah knew Brendon liked his human self more than his wolf and that did bother him but he didn't want to muddle his mind with such thoughts. His master had preferences and Josuah would not waste either of their energy arguing about such things.
"How are you feeling?" he instead asked with curiosity and urgency to ensure his master was feeling better.
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rendon watched as the faint glow of the shield dispersed and then Josuah proceeded to transform into his human form. At sixteen, his familiar was much larger than him in size, with a broad chest and shoulders, that became more apparent when in the pajama outfit his mother had set aside for him. His skin was a considerably lighter complexion now that all the dirt and grime had been rubbed clean, and the golden hue of his hair stood out in much the same way his wolf’s coat did.
“You look like a man,” Brendon openly complained with a giant frown, finding this newfound information bothersome. Yesterday, with his wild and messy hair, and his ridiculous outfit, he had looked more youthful in appearance. But, cleaned and adorned within proper attire, Josuah’s masculinity stood out like a… a beacon!
Brendon didn't answer him...instead his eyes wandered over the course of his body until a frown had settled into his features. The look of disappointment entered his heart as his own gaze became guarded as he wanted for some kind of response. But what he was given left him...baffled.
He couldn't decipher the meaning behind Brendon's statement. Had he looked like a child before? Did he think he was too old to be his familiar? Josuah's expression hardened and he didn't look too pleased with his comment.
His emerald gaze lowered to his body and he recalled how he had looked in the bath...his body was more masculine than when he was first changed into a familiar and a great deal of himself was larger too. The thought was embarrassing...but he was determined not to act foolish.
"...How are you feeling?" Josuah instead pressed because he was determined to have Brendon listen to him at least a little. His hand lifted reaching for his forehead to touch him there and see if he could sense his energy.
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osuah looked even more impressively older than Skyler who, up until this point, had been the most mature-looking between him, Brendon, and Damarian. It wasn’t unusual for the familiars the Matthews family adolescents chose to be much older; most of them were actually adults. But, he had been under the false first impressions of Josuah looking much more closer in age to him. “...How are you feeling?” Josuah insisted, breaking through Brendon’s thoughts and causing his amber gaze to focus on his familiar’s face.
It was kind of strange, now that he realized Josuah was looming over top of him within the bed. As a wolf creature, it had felt completely natural, but having his human form hovering so closely was just… bizarre...!
“How am I feeling?” Brendon mirrored, a sudden grin springing to life across his face, looking quite devious as his gaze momentarily narrowed for a moment. He had noticed Josuah’s scars, his scratches, and bruises… but because the familiar could often read into emotions and feelings, he was trying to keep them as far away from him as possible!
“I’m…,” He tried to be devious and act, but he had already cracked a grin a second ago! Still, he wiped it away from his face and slowly lifted one of his hands. Josuah was already touching his forehead, but he didn’t think he was good enough yet to use that kind of contact. Instead, he shot both of his hands out to grasp onto his familiar’s arms, gripping them tightly, as he proclaimed; “... going to heal you!!”
He instantly began to try, wasting no time in surging his energy from his own body, through his hands, and into Josuah’s.
Josuah's gaze narrowed on Brendon when he began repeating what he was saying and for whatever reason smiled. Human's were so...complex and even with his ability to feel his master's emotions...he still was struggling with deciphering them. It made him feel frustrated and he hated not having the control he felt within the wild. Out within the woods he was his own master and depending on what he wanted and how hard he tried...it was always within his hands. But now...he suddenly wasn't alone anymore and adjusting to that was going to be difficult.
"I'm...," Brendon began as he delicate lifted his hand and Josuah sensed somewhat that he was keeping something from him. But he was unable to figure it out until his master was jerking both of his hands out to grasp onto him and declare he was going to heal him.
Emerald eyes widened as shock filled him and his heart jolted as the sensation of the boy's power was instant. His expression faltered completely...as a strange warmth began touching certain parts of his body. There was a lulling sensation to the ability...an addicting feeling to it...and that caused his form to soften beneath the contact.
He hadn't wanted to be healed not until Brendon had regained more of his power. But the boy was stubborn and found a way to get what he wanted. Josuah couldn't argue with him and in fact wanted more of the sensation...the warmth and before he even though about what he was doing...he grasped onto Brendon and drew him forward...into a dominant embrace.
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t first, he got a little carried away, rushing as much of his energy from his body and into Josuah’s because he had been under the impression that his familiar would immediately try to stop him. The large burst of his essence that entered Josuah left him feeling strange, as though he were personally invading his body. Warmth bloomed across his form while Josuah seemed to melt underneath the sensation, not only allowing, but accepting his healing magic. It was a strange sensation, and very personal. It was something he had never done before, and that realization came with a bit of shock. Heat pooled thickly into his cheeks, his heart beating more quickly as his gaze lulled somewhat. Wh-Why had he always adamantly refused to heal others? He couldn’t remember right now, while in the process of it all.
Josuah surprised him when he reached down and wrapped his arms around him, drawing him up and away from the bed, and… a-and into his arms. The strange sensations had become too much, too powerful, and suddenly his power fizzled out, abruptly breaking the connection and leaving Brendon red in the face, warm in the body, and with a shiver rolling down his spine. He felt funny, weird… Maybe this was why he didn’t want to heal anyone else other than himself. I-It was far too… personal...!
The door to his bedroom opened at that very opportune time, his mother standing in the doorway and looking on at them with first apprehension and then surprise. Clearly shocked, and not expecting, to see him and Josuah hugging each other. Brendon was sure his face just became a full blown tomato then. He felt the most embarrassed he had ever felt in his entire life!
He was acting on instincts...pure animalistic instincts. Had he been more human he would have hesitated...he would have stopped himself from doing something so abnormal. But the power of Brendon's healing had dulled his reasoning and made him merely do as his body craved.
The sensation of his smaller form fitting perfectly against his chest filled his heart. But the feeling of his wounds being purified ceased far too quickly and the change caused his eyes to open. The embarrassment of his master came in a thick wave, but he didn't know why he was embarrassed...or what had stopped him.
He still felt relaxed and lulled by the feeling of his power. But that peace was disturbed the moment he heard the approach of someone else. Brendon's body was drawn tighter to his own as he turned and even though he was a human a low growl of warning left him as he stared at the door as it opened.
It was only when he set eyes on Brendon's mother did the tension within his body lessen. He had reacted the same when she had come for the platter of food late last night. He heard her coming and had been within his wolf form...his fur bristling and eyes shining within the dark. He was always ready to attack...always prepared for the worst...it came far too naturally for him.
Josuah tried to settled himself down, but it was hard when he was worked up. His gaze returned to Brendon who was squished against him with his cheeks a deep ruby red. He realized then that...grabbing him hadn't been very appropriate at all. His tight grip loosened and he allowed him the chance to pull away as he lowered his own arms and sat in a more comfortable position...unsure of how he should act now that they had company.
Perhaps...Brendon would be more careful the next time he surprised him with his healing ability...
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e hadn’t expected to hear a deep and animalistic growl from his familiar when he was in his human form. The sound was distinctly different, and less impactive, than the raw guttural growl of his wolf beast, but nonetheless it was surprisingly fierce and vibrated against Brendon’s body as he was held so tightly against him. However, as soon as Josuah realized that it was his mother who had opened the door, he noticeably attempted to settle down.
His mother looked both cautious and baffled by the scene, and Brendon was still feeling extremely embarrassed. Josuah’s hold against him loosened, and Brendon slowly drew away until they were at a more acceptable distance from one another. He could still feel the after-effects of healing him, and those weird sensations that had moved all throughout his body. Healing was weird.
“Did anything happen this morning?” August asked after she carefully closed the door behind her and turned to face the two younger boys. “There was a large flare of magical energy.” Brendon noticed right away that his mother wasn’t as chipper this morning. While last night she had grown more accustomed to Josuah, her features softening, this morning she seemed almost… gloomy.
“I scared my familiar awake by yelling his name, and he generated a huge shield around us, cause he thought I was being attacked,” Brendon admitted a bit sheepishly, lifting one of his hands to run his fingers through his messy brown hair.
Josuah could see the strained expression on Brendon's mother's face and he wondered if he should explain. It took him a moment to understand why he had held his master in such a way. He supposed...that it was just gratitude. He was thankful for his healing for everything he had given him in such a short time. Brendon had been frustrating but he had also been very kind to him...
"Did anything happen this morning?" The woman asked and Josuah lifted his gaze carefully...he knew what she was referring to before she even went into detail. He didn't like revealing his power...it made him uncomfortable because of what it had done to him in the past. His power had made him a target because others wanted it and he wasn't certain how Brendon's family would differ.
Josuah's gaze returned to his master who still held lightly tinted cheeks as he explained that he had scared him. His own brows drew down into a light frown as he thought about the word 'scare' he hadn't seen it quite like that.
"I..I was hugging him because he was healing me...I was thankful," Josuah spoke up...not wanting Brendon to have to take all the questions alone like last night. He peered towards the woman who had always shown a deep care for her son. But there was something new and peculiar about her expression now, he could see the strain within her gaze and he wondered what it meant...what she was feeling and why.
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I… I was hugging him because he was healing me,” Josuah spoke out to explain further. “...I was thankful.” Both he and his mother looked to him, Brendon feeling embarrassed about the entire thing, and his mother still holding that somber look on her face. She seemed to notice the same thing he had about Josuah; that he actually looked a lot older than first impressions had eluded. She was somewhat surprised to see a much older, broader, and more masculine young man in the room, rather than the tattered boy she had witnessed last night. But, the revelation appeared to bother her, deepening the worry of her frown as she pulled her gaze away from him and looked to Brendon once more.
“I have… requested that the two of you speak with your grandfather,” She revealed, and Brendon immediately balked, his heart launching into his throat.
“Grandfather!” He exclaimed, and threw a fit over it. “B-But — why!”
“You have to convince him that your familiar isn’t a threat to our family,” She answered a bit evasively as she stepped forward and reached out to grasp onto his arm and draw him from the bed, ushering him over to a large dresser that held most of his clothing.
Brendon's mother drew her gaze to him briefly, but she did not reply to his statement or ask him more questions. Instead she looked to her son and told him that they would both need to speak with his grandfather. Josuah's emerald gaze shifted towards Brendon as he physically heard his heart tighten and begin beating in a much more panicked state. His familiar had met his grandfather once...a man by the name of Fergus and someone he knew was dangerous.
His own features remained unreadable as he sat upon the bed and watched the scene before him unfold. He wanted... Josuah tensed as he banished such childish thoughts from his head. He had lived within the wild...he was very acquainted with reality. Life was never easy and meeting someone who cared for him didn't make the world suddenly a better place.
He could fee his on feelings beginning to surface...and he felt on edge and preparing for the worst. Fergus, Erikur...was there really any difference between two men who held power over many? His expression darkened and he grew tense and uncomfortable when Brendon was just taken from him. His mother held no hesitation or concern over his feelings she merely took her son and proceeded to do as she wanted.
The thought brought on a surge of jealousy within him, but he tried to silence the feeling before it reached his master.
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is mother picked out a different outfit for him and was fretting over the impending meeting with his grandfather, mumbling out something about his messy hair a moment before she turned to head across the room. “I’ll return shortly with some clothes for you… um,” She paused as she clearly could not recall his name, and Brendon immediately jerked his gaze over his shoulder and huffily provided it; “Mom!” He chastised, a bit red in the face. “He’s my familiar! And his name is Josuah!”
Brendon’s outburst actually caused her to smile, however briefly, and the look had softened her features. “Yes, Josuah…,” She repeated, but her mind was elsewhere as she turned to head out. “I’ll be back with those clothes.”
Brendon frowned as he took the clothes that had been handed to him over behind the wall partition. “My grandfather is the head of the entire Matthews household,” He supplied and peeked his head around the end of the divider to pout at Josuah. “He’s not very easy to talk to…”
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