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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The three of them retreated from Brendon's bedroom and moved throughout the manor to reach the office of the household leader. He was given the first taste of how grand Brendon's home was and it felt as thought the winding staircases and hallways could go on forever. His own home had been much smaller...he did not have a family as vast as a small town to fill the rooms within his home. It had only ever been his mother and father...and then him. It made him wonder if his parents had run away from home because he had no contact with outside relatives. No grandmother's or uncles, nothing...just his empty room and his parents who always were untouchable.
But his thoughts became centered on his surroundings when they finally reached the location of their meeting. A woman sat behind a desk and her presence seemed so...impersonal. Fergus was family but one could not speak with him as such. It was bitterly ironic and he felt like it was strangely similar to his own home, only the separation was obvious. The woman vanished after Brendon's mother spoke with her and the three of them waited in silence. But Josuah's eyes were trained on the door the secretary had disappeared behind...and within the room he could hear the foreboding voice of Brendon's relative.
His jaw tightened and posture grew stiff when he heard the man's reply and dread began to bloom within his chest. Something was wrong... Emerald eyes lowered to Brendon...the boy he had felt upset with, but now his mind was on what was to become of them. His chest remained tight as they had no choice but to leave, however, Josuah was not going to allow the conversation to completely evade them.
"What decision has been reached?" He asked and drew his slightly hardened gaze towards her. She knew more than she had told them...and he wouldn't allow her to keep them in the dark. "If it involves my master's safety I need to know," he told her more sternly. He had called him master again...but that is what he was...his master...and despite any frustrations he held he couldn't give up the word because it was the only word that connected them. Even if that connection felt cruel at times.
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rendon glanced between the secretary and his mother, noticing the strain that had tightened his mom’s features. He didn’t really understand what was going on, especially since she had made it sound like his grandfather had agreed to the meeting, but from the way she looked Brendon felt that something was wrong. His heart began to beat quicker as he and Josuah were ushered back down the long hallway of the manor, a thick silence looming overhead.
“What decision has been reached?” Josuah spoke out a few minutes later, and both Brendon and August stopped to face him. Brendon was confused by the statement, while his mother seemed to lose a lot of color to her face. “If it involves my master’s safety I need to know.”
Brendon looked up to his mom, who was still stricken, and he suddenly felt bad for her, and a tightening in his stomach. W-Was something… wrong? Was something going on? What did Josuah mean by ‘a decision has been reached’? What decision? Where did he learn that? How come he didn’t know?
“It was just something I had talked to him about earlier this morning,” She supplied after a tense, pregnant, pause, and then ushered them both to continue down the hall with her, back to Brendon’s bedroom. “I had been hoping he would be willing to hear more from you two as well, but it seems that is not the case.”
Josuah saw it...the fear within her features...he could smell it coming off of her and it only meant one thing...Brendon was in danger. His emerald flickered to the young boy who was barely growing into his body, who he had seen coddled by his mother, and had his room filled with items that were precious to him. He had been foolish to not think more on his actions and how he would impact Brendon's world.
The two of them were guided back to Brendon's room and Josuah only followed because he hoped she would speak more freely. But her answer was vague and she was trying to remain passive as she answered.
"What future does that decision hold for Brendon?" Josuah asked more urgently, but he was careful with his words because he didn't know this woman. "Will he be safe?" He asked more quietly his expression growing solemn. "I do not care what happens to me as long as he's safe..."
Josuah's words became quiet towards the end as he glanced to Brendon and felt nothing but obligation to him. He wanted to speak with him, but the matters at hand were far too important and needed his full attention.
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What future does that decision hold for Brendon?” They were talking so gravely about the subject, and Josuah made it sound as though he were in some sort of terrible danger. But, that didn’t really make sense, and it caused him to pout, his cheeks puffing out somewhat. He had always been safe in the manor and so had his mother.
“Will he be safe? I do not care what happens to me, as long as he’s safe…”
Brendon balked at that statement, and immediately felt a flare of anger and retribution to such a stupid statement! “What!” He openly huffed, unable to control himself. “What a stupid thing to say! Why are you filled with a bunch of stupi—mmmmh.” The fourteen year old’s gaze widened with shock when his mother actually covered his mouth to keep him from talking onward.
“Brendon, control yourself,” She told him sternly, and looked down at him with disapproval. Brendon could feel himself growing red in the face, and his heart jumping a bit, because he was being chastised by his mom so much today! She really, really, didn’t like him calling Josuah stupid, but Brendon felt the desperate need to stomp the word all over him!
Josuah felt the flare up within Brendon before he even opened his mouth. His gaze focused on his lips as they parted and balked at his statement. It was immediately muffled by his mother who was instantly scolding him. But her words were overtaken by his own powerful voice as he spoke to his master.
'Do not distract your mother. If you wish to lash out then scream at me privately,' he told him and was not at all being patient with his outburst. 'Who does Fergus care more about? You or a threat that has entered his home? I need to know what your mother knows.'
His heart was thumping because he wasn't used to being so...aggressive at least not with words. He knew Brendon was young, but his safety came first over his manners and frustrations. Josuah could feel them within his heart, he knew he didn't understand and didn't like being pushed out of the conversation.
"He's just frustrated..." Josuah explained and stuck up for his master as he peered at the mother with hope she would be understanding to him. "Master," he called to him coaxingly in hopes he would settled down. He held his hand out and reached for him wanting him close.
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Do not distract your mother. If you wish to lash out then scream at me privately.’ Josuah’s voice filled his head, and effectively blocked out the chastising remarks of his mother, only to replace them with his own. ‘Who does Fergus care more about? You or a threat that has entered his home? I need to know what your mother knows.’
Brendon glowered over at Josuah, his cheeks still a healthy and hot red. His heart pounded within his chest, a frustrated sort of embarrassment looming over his petite form. He felt completely frazzled, but remained stonily silent, as his familiar addressed his mom again, trying to excuse his outburst.
A-And then, to his surprise, he was calling him master and reaching out his hand, wanting him to take it. Brendon made a face at him, his nose all scrunched up, his brows pressing down harshly, and his mouth tightly pursed, but nonetheless he moodily grasped onto his hand, swinging their arms a bit violently, and found himself being pulled over to his side.
He wanted so desperately to speak up, the words burning in his throat and mouth, but somehow he summoned the willpower to keep it all inside of him and remained quiet.
“I’m… going to find out what’s going on.” His mother answered as she stepped forward to pat them both on their heads for a brief moment. “And what is expected of Brendon based on his grandfather’s decision. You two stay here in the meantime. It shouldn’t take me more than a couple of hours,” She supplied and then moved to take her leave of the room.
Josuah waited with his hand out stretched as Brendon made a childish face at him, but he didn't withdraw his hand back and finally his charge accepted his gesture. His gaze appeared a little surprised when the boy began swinging their arms back and forth to let him physically feel his frustration...but their contact soothed his worry. He drew him in as close as he could manage until he was pressing against the side of his body and arm.
His expression strained when Brendon's mother refused to answer them and chose to depart instead. He knew that he couldn't press more than he already had...because it was clear she wouldn't tell them anything. He tensed when she patted them on the head...and the feeling was strange. It made him want to believe that she wouldn't betray her son...that she would protect him...but Josuah couldn't take that risk.
When she left the room, his gaze turned to Brendon and he felt his heart tighten with pain. He didn't want him to know his world...but he couldn't think like that. Fergus clearly didn't care for Brendon and had caged him within the estate. Perhaps his life was good now, but it wouldn't last.
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frown pressed into Brendon’s features as he watched the closed door for a prolonged moment, after his mother’s retreat. Her words, and Josuah’s, were starting to affect him. The pent-up frustration ebbed away inside of him to be gradually replaced with a feeling of worry and confusion. Why had his mother agreed? What did she mean she had to go and find out what was going to happen? What did Josuah mean when he had asked if he was in any danger? It still didn’t make sense to him — this was his home; why would he be in danger?
Regardless, Josuah’s previous remark had still irked him, and he could feel it prickling at his nerves even now. Bringing his narrowed gaze to his familiar, he spoke up as he glowered at him. “It was still a stupid thing to say,” He huffed, moving to cross his arms over his chest.
Brendon's gaze remained on the door as he took in his mother's words and the conversation held between the three of them. Josuah could feel that doubt was beginning to enter his heart and he paid attention to that feeling as he continue to watch his charge. But he remained innocent as he instead focused on his muted down grouchy feelings. He tried to pull his hand away, but Josuah wouldn't allow him even as he told him that what he had said was stupid.
Josuah's jaw tightened as his hold again his hand remained strong before he began leading Brendon towards the vanity set. He was going to tell him about his past to better prepare him for the outside world...to show him that he was living evidence of betrayal.
"Will you give me a blessing?" Josuah asked after he had taken a seat and was now slightly lower than his master. "And then brush my hair?"
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hen Brendon couldn't pull his hand from Josuah’s, he grew even more pink in the face. Josuah pulled him across the bedroom, to where his mother had previously done his hair, and Brendon grew suspicious, his heart beating quicker, especially when his familiar sat down at the vanity set. W-Was he… a-allowing him to brush his hair!?
“Will you give me a blessing?” Josuah's gaze looked to him through the reflection of the mirror as he spoke. “And then brush my hair?”
For some reason, Brendon felt incredibly flustered and could feel himself blushing.
“Wh-Wha?” He stumbled. “But — I, I should heal you.” He decided stubbornly, always trying to be in charge of the situation.
Brendon's features filled with heat as he stared at him with grumpy suspension. But within the smaller boy's heart, Josuah could feel he was embarrassed by his request. He wondered how long it would take for Brendon to realize just how much he enjoyed his blessings. The feeling was addictive and made him feel like Brendon was there within him as a constant presence. It felt childish and foolish to feel that way, which made it impossible for him to ever openly admit it.
"...If that is your wish," he told him quietly and glanced to him expectantly. Any form of argument would only result in Brendon doing the opposite of what his wolf wanted, so he was trying a different approach... and gauging his response. It wasn't the perfect time to be testing such a theory, but he wanted his master to feel open to what he was going to ask.
And if that meant being submissive...for a time...then so be it.
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is familiar had done nothing but fight against him whenever healing was brought into the conversation, and so for him to so readily accept was both surprising... and suspicious. He could feel heat within him rising, but he suddenly grinned and filled with excitement. “O-Okay!” He instinctively brought his hands forward to move them down Josuah’s shoulders, stopping just along his collarbone. It was then that belated embarrassment caught up with him.
Memories of the time prior flooded him, and how Josuah had reached to pull him into an embrace. Brendon's heart took off but upon glancing into the large vanity mirror he realized that Josuah had closed his eyes. Determination and stubbornness filled the petite boy, hardening his expression, as he readied himself for what he wanted. He refused to back down.
“Y—You have to keep your eyes closed!” He demanded, his cheeks beginning to burn.
It seemed giving Brendon what he wanted did not result in him considering his previous suggestion. Instead the boy grew excited and complaint as he reached forward and set his hands down against his shoulders. The anticipation his contact brought him was enough to make it very difficult to relax. Healing was much more powerful than a blessing...
His heart started beating much heaver when Brendon moved down over his shoulders and rested against his collarbone. The sensation of movement was...stimulating. He had to close his eyes to try and distract himself, but the lack of sight only heightened his other senses.
"Y-You have to keep your eyes closed!" Brendon demanded...and Josuah felt a jolt of energy course through him. He almost opened his eyes...but he kept them closed...eager and impatient for it all to begin.
"I will," he whispered with determination as he tried to keep still...and wait for the feeling to begin.
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rendon's gaze fluttered closed and he took in a soft but shaky breath. He was filled with the determination to heal him, and tried to ignore the embarrassment that heated his body at their closeness and the reflection in the mirror. With his fingers spread against Josuah’s upper chest, he began to feel his essence moving into him, spreading across his body, in search of the areas that were in need of healing.
The sensation was warm. It… felt nice to enter his body, to feel that extension of himself, and the warmth of his energy as it spread throughout him. However, the more energy he moved through himself and into Josuah, the more intimate it began to feel. He felt like more of himself was inside of Josuah than within himself, more traveling within him than in his own body.
It… was such a strange and heart racing sensation…
A deep breath of air entered his lungs and remained there as his master's healing began to take hold of him. He could feel his magic gently weaving through him to find his wounds. The art of healing was such a lulling sensation, but it also harbored an intensity that was overwhelming. Josuah exhaled slowly as he kept his eyes closed and tried to keep still, but he was becoming restless like before.
He had a desire to heal his master as well, to share the experience of being filled with one another’s essence. The urge to do so was strong, his eyes opened and looked to Brendon as the sensation of raw want muddled his conscious. Brendon’s eyes were shut as he focused intensely on mending all of his scarring. He was always taking care of him...
The scene was tranquil and bloomed a strange want deep inside his chest. His emerald gaze lulled with desire as he leaned forward and pressed into his lips...briefly sealing a first kiss between them. He felt a flare of his own energy moving through him and entering Brendon as he unconsciously gifted him his power...as only a familiar could.
His actions had been pure instinct, and the feeling he was given in return was rewarding. He felt comfort and a sense of belonging. He was taking something from him...stealing a kiss that would make him unforgetable.
It was childish, but couldn’t be helped...because deep down he was scared of being replaced.
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