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.
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He was beginning to wonder if jealousy was another trait of his contract. He kept trying to diminish his feelings, but simple things were riling him up. Like how Brendon's mother touched his master with no hesitation...with no limitations. She fretted over him and combed her fingers through his hair...and she was allowed all of that. Whereas he had to explain himself when he was caught hugging his master.
If he had lived with his parents and adopted Brendon as his...then things would have been very different. They would finally have a reason to support him...because they understood how important the bond was between a familiar and master. It made him stupidly for a moment wish that Erikur had never come into his life and instead he had found Brendon. It would have changed everything.
But as quickly as the want came he banished it because he would not forgive his parents for what they had done. Why was he indulging on such childish fantasies? He knew what his life was and what it wasn't...and he needed to remember that even as a human.
Josuah's gaze lifted to Brendon's mother when she told him that she would get him more clothes and then faltered with his name. But Brendon was quick to chastise her and his outburst brought a smile to her face.
She loved him...she loved her son dearly...and that for some reason made him feel...lonely. The door clicked behind her and Josuah remained silent as he sat there...lost to his thoughts and feelings.
"My grandfather is the head of the entire Matthews household," Brendon's voice drew his gaze towards him and he immediately realized he was...behind the divider changing like he had done last night after his bath. The thought made him feel somewhat shy, but it wasn't enough to quell the seriousness of their situation. Still, the image of his little head sticking out and speaking to him was warming and Josuah felt like he could understand how this boy could make his mother smile so warmly.
"I know...," he revealed and glanced away to give Brendon the privacy he deserved. "I met him after you fainted..."
Josuah exhaled slowly as he drew his legs down over the side of the bed and glanced down at his body once more. "I don't like him...but I want to be your familiar...and if convincing him is the only way...then I'll do it," Josuah told his master solemnly and was very determined and serious about the entire ordeal.
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I know…,” Josuah revealed. “I met him after you fainted…”
Brendon’s face immediately turned a bright red when Josuah dared to mention him in such a way! “I didn’t faint!” He immediately argued. “I fell asleep!”
He tossed the formal dress shirt and vest he had been wearing onto the vanity desk in front of him and began to get into his new pair of clothes.
Josuah's posture stiffened when he saw his master's immediate displeasure and soon he was clarifying exactly what had happened last night. He didn't know why Brendon felt the need to argue with practically everything he stated...especially when his statement was entirely the truth.
"You fainted," Josuah told him stubbornly and with a frown as he stared directly toward the divider. "...because you were reckless."
It was pointless to argue now with everything going on, but he didn't like that Brendon was deliberately trying to get out of something he had done. Sleeping and fainting were not the same...and had he been more careful then he wouldn't have had to faint at all!
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o Brendon’s astonishment, while he was getting dressed, Josuah actually continued to insist that he had fainted! “You fainted because you were reckless,” Josuah adamantly replied, and Brendon’s little angry face found its way popping up over the divider that separated them from view.
“I fell asleep because I saved your life!” Brendon stood by his original claim, even if it was a bit over exaggerated. One of his arms came up over the partition as well as he pulled it through the long sleeve shirt he was putting on and continued to glower in mutiny across the room at his disobedient familiar!
Josuah's heart beat heavier when his master's face appeared from behind the wall partition and he could see that his cheeks were red from his frustrations. He was a stubborn boy...a child...
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The words spoken to him this morning echoed within his mind and made him feel...misplaced. He was becoming more bold with speaking out, but there was still a separation between his human body and familiar form.
His emerald gaze had lowered towards the sheets as he thought about how he had asked Brendon before if he thought he was strange. His master had told him no, but they barely knew each other. He wondered if he would end up disappointing his charge with who he was the longer they were together.
"You did save my life," Josuah mumbled out...as he glanced away and stared at one of the decorative walls.
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rendon drew away from the divider when Josuah ended up glancing away from him and mumbling about accepting his version of the story. He finished dressed quickly because there had only been a pair of dark blue jeans left to put on.
“Of course I saved your life,” He replied a moment later as he stepped out from behind the wall divider, now clad in a yellow and gray long sleeve top and blue jeans. He proudly marched his way over to where Josuah was still seated at the edge of his bed. “And I healed some of your bruises and wounds, and I made you get clean and have brand new clothes.” He pointed out boldly.
Brendon was reminded of their earlier conversation, though, and it sobered him somewhat. He didn’t understand why they had to go and speak with his grandfather. But, generally anything that involved him was never… good. It usually meant he was in trouble…
“I don’t know what’s going to happen when we go see my grandfather,” Brendon continued, and brought a hand through his own hair, looking a bit baffled and worried. “My mom seems worried about it, too…”
Josuah's gaze returned to Brendon when he ventured out from the protection of the divider and began boasting about how he had in fact saved his life. Perhaps it hadn't been wise to feed into his comment. But he did feel like Brendon had saved him...and was still saving him now.
He felt a bit overwhelmed by the constant need to change ones clothes. He wasn't certain if he would get used to changing and seeing so many different outfits. The one Brendon wore now was a mixture of yellow, light gray and blue. He wondered a little grumpily if his mother had any hand in choosing his clothes. He didn't understand why he was so limited as a familiar.
"...I don't want to be pampered," he returned with a frown etched in his features. "I'm not a child..." he added more boldly and straightened somewhat as he glanced down towards his master.
"I'm the one who is suppose to take care of you. I don't want it any other way." Josuah revealed with a bothered finality. He wondered how many times he would have to explain this to his master.
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rendon drew from his thoughts when Josuah spoke up against his previous boastful remarks, telling him rather adamantly that he didn’t want to be pampered because he wasn’t a child. Hearing him say as much suddenly caused a broad grin to spread across his face, even as Josuah straightened and looked down at him from his impressively taller height. “I’m the one who is suppose to take care of you. I don’t want it any other way,” His familiar continued on stubbornly, and Brendon just continued to grin.
However, their moment together was interrupted again by his mom as she opened the door and stepped inside. Her features still held the softness from before she had left and for some reason, as she stepped inside, that gentle and appreciative look first seemed to go to Josuah. She closed the door behind her and moved toward them to hand him the clothes she had collected.
“Here you are,” She murmured, but didn’t pause for long, instead placing her hand on Brendon’s shoulder to guide him over toward the vanity set that was beyond the wall divider. “We need to do something with this hair,” She lightly fussed, and Brendon clearly pouted as he went, sending Josuah a mad look, because he was thinking about how he didn’t wanted to be treated like a child, either!
“Josuah’s hair looks crazy!” He openly complained as he was sat down within the chair in front of the vanity, and she began to comb through his wild and messy locks.
“Yes, well, we’ll get to that after yours,” His mom lightly chastised in return.
Josuah expected his charge to frown or even to complain, but instead he just looked up at him with a very bold grin as though he knew something he didn't. At first his familiar tried to remain stern with his statement, but the longer Brendon just grinned at him the more frustrated he began to feel. But his attention was drawn to the door when Brendon's mother reentered.
He had been distracted again and should have heard her long before she opened the door. But he didn't have time to dwell on that thought because he was immediately noticing the way Brendon's mother was looking at him. She had a soft knowing gaze...that seemed grateful to him and he wasn't certain why.
The attention of an adult...a mother...made him feel a bit awkward as she came over and gave him his clothes. He thanked her with a mumble but kept his eyes lowered as he grabbed the clothes and stared down at them. They were comfortable underneath his hands, but he wasn't very fond of the colors.
Josuah stiffened and glanced towards Brendon when his mother suddenly grasped onto him in order to usher him over to a vanity set to fix his hair. He caught sight of Brendon looking back at him in dismay and maybe he could have felt sympathetic if he hadn't insulted him shortly after.
His mouth parted as thought to defend himself and had he any fur on his body he was certain it would have bristled up. But before he could place a word in...Brendon's mother was actually stating that he would be next.
"My hair is fine," he tried to argue, but felt awkward with all of these changes. He had cleaned his hair last night...why did he need more to be done? It was hard going from solemnly bathing within the wild to...suddenly needing multiple things done in one day.
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smirk briefly graced Brendon’s features, smiling back at him within the vanity’s mirror, when he heard Josuah’s immediate response. A feeling of satisfaction settled into him at the thought of the wolf familiar also having to go through the same pampering ritual. His mother’s expression had become strained again as she slowly brought a large brush through his hair and then used some product to keep it from being statically charged.
“Josuah,” His mother spoke up after a brief pause, and the sound of his name of her lips felt… foreign. “Hurry and change into your new clothes. You may use the restroom in the hall. Then, I will see to your hair.”
Brendon’s smirk had faltered, and as he stared passed himself in the mirror, and toward his mother, he suddenly had an unpleasant feeling within the pit of his stomach. He wanted to request that he be able to do Josuah’s hair, but the timing was obviously not appropriate. He felt anxiety and anxiousness over the fact that they were going to be speaking with his grandfather, and it made him… want to be closer to his familiar, and feel his comfort. The emotion washed over him as a loneliness, and he felt a bit embarrassed and silly for it. Yet, still, it remained.
Josuah drew his attention upwards the moment his name was mentioned, but disappointment filled him when Brendon's mother told him to get changed. His gaze befell Brendon who was hidden behind the divider, but he knew his exact position. The boy's muted uncertainty began to fill him and then a longing for his nearness. The sensation was comforting, but it made him feel restless too as he stood up from the bed and ventured closer.
He came into view of the mirror and the two boys set eyes on each other as he hesitated and squeezed the clothes given to him closer. 'I won't be long,' he promised Brendon privately before glancing towards the mother to give her a light nod as he departed.
As he entered the bathroom down the hallway, he quickly began changing his clothes. 'Can...you still here me?' He asked curiously and found himself peering at his reflection unconsciously.
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osuah stepped before the wall divider to peer over the top, gaining both Brendon and his mother’s attention. The sight of him, when he had, maybe, been yearning for his closeness, caused Brendon to smile up at him. Although, he became noticeably pink in the face, and lightly twitched, as soon as Josuah’s voice filled the inner chambers of his mind; ‘I won’t be long’.
‘Okay…,’ he returned with clear reluctance, but did find comfort and happiness in Josuah’s decision to privately speak with him, even if it was embarrassing and invasive. His mother hadn’t suspected anything more than Josuah briefly lingering, because as he left the room she simply turned her attention back to him and his hair.
‘Can… you still hear me?’ Josuah filled his head again a moment later, and Brendon returned a ‘Yeah’ in affirmation. The sensation was strange, but neat at the same time, being able to talk privately like this. For as much as it was embarrassing, he also was starting to really like it.
Josuah paused from patting his hair in the mirror when Brendon answered him and he found himself...comforted. Speaking privately like this and even while they weren't within the same room was growing on him. It felt special...something he could have all to himself. Being bonded to someone...still felt far too impersonal with being able to do it with anyone...but he was being drawn into the connection.
'In the future...I would like permission to,' Josuah began speaking in return, his voice slowing down as he stared at himself in the mirror. His image still felt foreign, but seeing himself helped him understand how he appeared to others. He wanted to stand straight and appear strong...not as a fool. He wanted to make his master proud and feel worthy to have him as his.
'...brush your hair.' He finished a moment later feeling embarrassed by his want. But also wanting to have the ability to take care of his charge. Josuah tried not to linger while Brendon responded, but his heart was beating a little faster...as he worried about being told no. He turned his attention to dressing once more. But found himself frowning at the way the pants looked on him...he didn't like them.
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In the future… I would like permission to,’ Josuah’s voice filled his mind once again, but this time seemed to trail off. As Brendon stared at himself within the mirror, a grumpy pout set on his features, and his face a little red, he began to wonder if his familiar had moved too far away. Maybe he couldn’t talk to him anymore.
‘Josuah?’ He asked tentatively, trying to find him in the distance.
Josuah tensed when Brendon suddenly spoke up...wondering why he had fallen silent. He had been distracted and immediately turned around to press a hand to his face in embarrassment.
'I'm still here,' he returned with a bit of urgency within his voice. He had his back towards the mirror now and was leaning a bit against the counter as he lowered his hand.
'...I want to be the one to brush your hair,' he spoke up, but his tone was no longer cautious. There was a bit of forcefulness within his response and he realized that he was demanding rather than asking.
He made a gruff sound of irritation with himself and turned to being hastily jerking on his new clothes. He didn't know how to ask these things. Only that he wanted them because taking care of his master was his job.
...It wasn't though. His job was to...merely protect him. His expression hardened into a deep frown as he stared down at the ground and felt...as though his worth was...meaningless.
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