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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Yuri had failed to dress up warmly when he had left home to try and find Nathan so that he could kill him for murdering his older brother. Though they didn't see eye to eye, he didn't like the TRS and had reason to believe Nathan as the true monster. Though he used to help his brother with ambushing TRS so that they could be slaughtered, he no longer felt ashamed on the matter, only fueled with rage of wishing revenge on his brother's death. His brother was never meant to die, he was the one his parents favored in the family, the one that would live on to make the family proud, he on the other hand was their other child who they didn't favor but did okay. Though now that he had appeared determined for revenge, they felt pride for their son for once in his life. It hadn't crossed his mind that Nathan would have others nearby to back him up, so instead of attacking and murdering as he had first planned he found himself fleeing towards the Calico Forest. Snow had been scheduled to start, however he hadn't planned for it. Thankfully he managed to ditch the TRS hunters that had chased him in here, but with the snow soon came a blizzard, one he knew likely would take place and hadn't prepared for.
As he pressed forward, a cabin came into sight, he felt wary of going inside, just in case somebody from TRS lurked inside there so he had moved towards the back with the hope of hiding from the snow. His poor judgement came with a price, finding himself shivering from the cold before he finally passed out, unable to endure it any longer. He was unaware of whom lived in this cabin, had he known, he might have thought better than lingering outside it so that he could easily be found. Snow continued falling atop of him, to where his whole body was covered save for some of his face, since he had been laying on his side at the time. The cold, combid with being buried under snow, made his breathing struggle for air and his body struggle to contain the warmth.
[attr="class","ashLyrics"]just another of the monsters
[attr="class","sub"]judged by fear alone, never by personality
[attr="class","ashTag"]@yuri // 744 words
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A cold front settled in during the early hours of the evening. Wind howled loudly outside a small cabin as flakes of snow whipped through the air. The outside world was a cold, desolate place during a blizzard since animals and people were hasty to hide themselves in their homes. Perched in the Calico Forest was a tiny cabin, cramped and perhaps formerly used as a hunting shack. The walls creaked from the powerful winds, alas, the old building continued to function as a barrier between its occupant and the outside world.
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Smoke trailed from the chimney above, the smell of burning logs in an old furnace filling the nose of the mysterious occupant. Beneath the old, dirty and ripped covers, the little skinwalker was curled up. He attempted to block the creepy noises beyond in favour of staying beneath his blanket. The thickest clothing the poor man possessed adorned his body, adding minimal heat to his small build. The abandoned cabin had been procured from the mere stumbling of a blind hunter, a miracle to say the least. All usual rituals were accomplished by the skinwalker.
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Raw flesh was consumed to assure he would reach the quota and avoid death another day, the hunter goods were buried inside a small hole which worked as a "freezer" and finally extra food was gathered in case of emergencies. Quietly, the brunette remained beneath his covers, a soft whimpering escaping his lips as a creak echoed through the cabin. He snuggled into the old mattress, grey hand reaching for a pillow. Unlike a majority of people, the skinwalker appeared entirely different from regular people.
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The man's skin pigment was grey-coloured, eyes a sea of darkness and teeth sharpened like a carnivore. These traits were normal for Raylan Fox, his appearance being tailored to the man who handed him life itself. Despite his blindness, he was determined to survive the situation. Fingers curled around the pillow, yanking it beneath his blanket, head resting onto it as he squeezed his eyelids closed. Slumber was desired to avoid the eerie blizzard noises, furthermore, nothing could be accomplished during these events.
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Gradually, comfort arrived, sleep slowly arriving as he dozed. The grey-skinned man snuggled into the dirty bed, attempting to sleep. Abruptly, a loud thump echoed through the cabin as something laid against his cabin. A startled 'eep' breached Raylan's mouth as he immediately sat up, glancing at the nearest window. The frightened skinwalker quivered, a whimper rumbling in his throat. Slowly, the eyeless man allowed the blanket to fall around him, adjusting to step off the bed. Hesitantly, he moved towards the front door, hand shaking.
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The shy brunette bit his bottom lip, fingers wrapping around the doorknob before opening. Wind blew through the door, snowflakes hitting his face similar to needles. A squeak escaped his mouth as Raylan stood at the threshold of the door. Gradually, he stepped into the deep snow, closing the door behind him. He waded through the snow, rounding the cabin, mouth releasing a high-pitch noise while delicate ears followed the bounces.
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Echolocation was his only method of sight, therefore, Raylan used it as he walked to the back of the cabin. There, his sounds bounced off a peculiar mound of snow. A brow raised as the shivering skinwalker hurried over, reaching out to touch. His hands found somebody amidst the snow, handsome features being discovered. Worry ached the brunette's heart as he cleared the snow. From there, arms were wrapped around the stranger, enhanced strength subtly activating to allow the short skinwalker to drag the unfortunate individual.
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Slowly, Raylan returned to the cabin's front door, leaning his unexpected company against the outer wall to open the threshold. Warmth radiated from the inside, forcing the skinwalker to move quickly in bringing the stranger inside and shutting the door. The heat encompassed them, heating the stinging flesh as Raylan attempted to warm his frigid fingers with hot air. A round of shivers entered his body, however, he slowly reached for stranger, dragging him towards the bed and carrying him onto it. The covers were thrown over the frozen man in hopes of life returning.
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When completed, Raylan curiously stood at the stranger's bedside, ears listening to the shallow breezing and lowered heart rate. There was life inside this man... and every fiber of the skinwalker's being desired to see him live, almost as though this individual he never interacted with was crucial for his survival.
Yuri remained unconscious as Raylan had reached out, pulling him out from under the snow. He was dragged inside the cabin, being moved towards the outer wall. Warmth seemed to touch him but he didn't wake. Though his slowly beating heart continued beating slowly. He was then moved towards the bed, being placed on it before covers were thrown on top of him. As warmth seemed to encompass his body, his heart slowly starting beating faster as he remained unconscious. His body was fighting to survive after having been in the cold, buried under the snow for too long. A few hours ticked by before he finally woke up. Eyes staring at the ceiling of an unfamiliar place. Slowly he glanced around, trying to remember what had happened to him before he found himself slowly drifting back towards sleep.
[attr="class","ashLyrics"]just another of the monsters
[attr="class","sub"]judged by fear alone, never by personality
[attr="class","ashTag"]@yuri // 324 words
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Quiet consumed the small cabin as Raylan tended to the frozen man he dragged inside. The sound of a crackling fire, the creaks of the cabin settling and vicious sounds of whistling wind was among the limited noises. Through the man's slumber, the skinwalker maintained the life-sustaining fire. Minutes were ticking by, concerns developing as the blind creature prayed for Thanatos' icy grip to remain at bay. A woeful sigh escaped the skinwalker's mouth, his senses pricked as he hoped to hear some semblance of a stir other than breathing.
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Despite the crackling in the furnace, Raylan shivered slightly, eyes locking on the bed... Would it be bad if he crawled up to share the comforter? A quiet whimper escaped the brunette's lips as he slowly approached the bed. He hauled himself up, carefully crawling over the dark-haired stranger. The section of bed was unused, leaving room for the skinwalker to crawl beneath the cover. He allowed his guest to use the pillow, however, he craved precious warmth to assure he would not suffer similar consequences.
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Hours passed of hiding beneath the cover and tending the fire. Throughout the actions, his guest remained unconscious, resulting in worry existing on Raylan's face. Quietly, he laid beneath the covers, back turned to his guest to avoid any awkwardness developing. The skinwalker's sensitive hearing allowed him to detect the increasing heart rate, however, when the man stirred slightly, Raylan stiffened with surprise. The subtle sounds of movement on the pillow was noticed by Raylan's sensitive hearing; he saved him!
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Slowly, the brunette sat up, glancing at the direction the stirs came from, unaware of how weary his guest was still.
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"Do you feel better?" He inquired in a soft, sweet voice.
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Alas, Raylan failed to remember the horrifying appearance of his face. From empty eye sockets came "tears" similar to blood streaks from the appearance of his boogeyman father. Years of solitude resulted in the skinwalker forgetting the terrifying aesthetic of his countenance.
Yuri had almost fallen back asleep when moment had been heard, he knew it hadn't come from him but he felt too week to attempt to look in the direction it had come from. Suddenly a Raylan was hovering over him and he found himself shivering with fear. Those eye sockets, empty, liquid was falling down to his cheeks, the color appearing like that of blood. He found himself in fear, thinking he might have died after all. Though the scary face was staring back at him, the voice sounded sweet and somewhat encouraged him to feel at ease, he wasn't able to explain the situation. "I don't know..." He answered, mumbling as he looked back towards Raylan. "I am scared of what I see..." He answered, not meaning to be rude to Raylan, he just wasn't sure if he was seeing the person who saved him or if that was another person entirely or if this was some illusion to scare the shit out of him. Any, worked, he found himself in fear of Raylan. His heart started beating faster, but he wasn't able to move from his spot, too week.
[attr="class","ashLyrics"]just another of the monsters
[attr="class","sub"]judged by fear alone, never by personality
[attr="class","ashTag"]@yuri // 332 words
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Success fueled excitement as Raylan merrily realized he managed to rescue the stranger from the frigid temperatures of a brutal blizzard. The needles of snow would be unable to claim the unfortunate soul who wondered out amid the coldest weather condition. Little was the blind skinwalker aware his guest intended on resting longer to regenerate the final shreds of energy required to function fully. Thus, Raylan outed himself as being an unexpected companion in the bed with the stranger; something that would result in questioning from those of dirtier minds.
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The skinwalker hovered over the stranger, broad, toothy grin evident on his face. A row of sharp teeth was revealed between his parted lips, a frightful sight for anybody. Then the ghoulish empty sockets with blood-like drippings from the openings would only worsen matters. He appeared similar to the man who cared for him, hence, Raylan failed to realize his boogeyman caretaker was designed to look frightful. The man answered with an 'I don't know' to his question about his health, prompting Raylan's smile to fade as he tilted his head to the side.
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Then the explanation was provided in a single sentence. A frown dropped on Raylan's face as he glanced away, resisting the urge to tear up. He did not want people to fear him. The sounds of the man's rapid heartbeat only confirmed the truth, he was scaring him.
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"Oh... sorry... I'll just sit near the fire," Raylan murmured.
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Suddenly, the skinwalker's body changed, shrinking over the course of 40 seconds to become that of a squirrel. He gained brown fur, however, the empty sockets for eyes remained. A soft chitter escaped his new form's mouth as he scurried over the stranger's body, jumping off the bed. Slowly, he moved near the fire, curling up on the cold floorboards, a little disappointed. The poor, cold man did not deserve to be startled after nearly dying of hypothermia... he was foolish to sneak into that bed with him for warmth.
Yuri watched as as Raylan's smile faded as he titled his head to the side. After giving an explanation, he watched as Raylan's face expression changed to that of a frown before glancing away from him. It hadn't been on purpose, plus Raylan had saved him. His heart started beating rapidly, struggling to calm himself with Raylan's appearance being right in front of him. Pity entered into his gut, soon coming to realize he must have hurt Raylan's feelings after hearing Raylan apologizing to him. Wait.... please wait... He thought to himself, unable to speak because of fear. Raylan's body changed, shrinking into a squirrel. His eyes remained with empty sockets before a soft chitter escaped his mouth before he scurried over his body to jump off of the bed, curling near the fire on the floorboards. "Co... come... back..." He whispered, struggling to turn his head. "Ple... please... come... back..." He whispered, "I'm... I'm sorry..." He added, unsure if Raylan would come back or not. He didn't want him to freeze, if anybody should be on the floor near the fire, it should be him, this was Raylan's bed after all. It wasn't fair of him to keep it from him.
[attr="class","ashLyrics"]just another of the monsters
[attr="class","sub"]judged by fear alone, never by personality
[attr="class","ashTag"]@yuri // 236 words
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Aches filled Raylan's heart as he curled up on the frigid floorboards, tailed wrapped around his tiny squirrel form. The skinwalker felt like sobbing from the upsetting situation. Frightening his company was not his intention, but the stranger was startled by his horrifying appearance. Warm air drifted from the grates of the furnace, maintaining heat inside the small cabin. There were few noises made by Raylan after the situation, believing a mere chitter could displease his companion. The saddened man remained in his position, refusing to move.
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Whistling winds eerily echoed through the cabin, resulting in Raylan quivering in fright. Through the whistles, a soft voice reached the enhanced hearing the skinwalker possessed. The squirrel's tiny ears pricked, twitching slightly. Slowly, Raylan lifted himself into a sitting position, the tiny creature glancing at the man behind him. Hesitantly, the shifted man went down on his fours, carefully approaching the stranger. From there, Raylan shifted into his original form, the tiny body growing in size until he reached his boogeyman form.
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"Are... are you sure you want me to come back?" The skinwalker sniffled, tears nearly surfacing. "I don't want to scare you..."
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The boogeyman remained on his fours, cold embracing his hands and knees as he waited for an answer. His patient required rest and Raylan wished to not disturb that... Thus he believed he would be retiring back to his position by the fire shortly.
Yuri struggled to move, feeling weak from being tired and almost frozen to death. Raylan had saved him, despite being scary. Upon calling Raylan multiple times, he couldn't help but flinch slightly when he saw those empty eye sockets. Raylan had moved onto all fours, careful when approaching him. I refuse to be scared.... I refuse... to push him away. He thought to himself, fear continuing to overwhelm him. Raylan had shifted back into his original form, listening when asked his question. "I..." He started, pausing before answering. "Yes." The answer had come out, clearly forced. I don't want to upset him, he had in fact saved me after all. He thought to himself. "Com... come closer." He pleaded, nervous at this idea but he was hopeful that Raylan would do so. His goal was to have Ralyan within reach so that in his struggle to move, he planned on pulling him into a hug.
[attr="class","ashLyrics"]just another of the monsters
[attr="class","sub"]judged by fear alone, never by personality
[attr="class","ashTag"]@yuri // 252 words
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Careful steps were taken towards the stranger's bedside, ears listening for the man's response. Hopeful flutters occurred inside of Raylan's chest, his empty sockets trained on the mysterious stranger. Gradually, the skinwalker's legs folded beneath him as he settled onto his feet and legs, hands balling into small fists that Raylan brought to his chest. He wanted to join him on the bed again, both for warmth and some other mysterious force pulling him towards the mystery man. The skinwalker inquired about it, patiently waiting for permission or denial.
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A slight shiver riddled Raylan's body as he listened for the stranger's words. Only a few moments later did the male start with a single word, only to pause. A trepid palpitation shook the brown-haired skinwalker's chest, his face dropping as he glanced down. Seconds passed until he heard those words he dreamed of, the ones he was hoping to hear. The skinwalker's head snapped up to gaze at the voice's source. Hesitantly, a smile stretched onto his face, lip-tight to hide the rows of sharpened teeth hidden behind his lips.
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"Thank you," Raylan whispered in a barely audible voice.
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Happiness fluttered through his being as the skinwalker stood. He paused at the bedside, thoughts swirling for a moment before a soft 'oh' escaped his lips.
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"Are you hungry?" Raylan asked.
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Despite the coldness leaking into the cabin, Raylan had a crucial goal, assuring the man remained healthy. Therefore if the stranger required, the skinwalker would fetch him some berries he gathered earlier.
Yuri watched as Raylan moved closer, to his disappointment instead of coming closer he had stood up from the bed before asking if he was hungry. "Maybe a little bit." He whispered, having ignored the feeling in his stomach until Raylan had asked his question. Dang it... I wanted to hug him.... Oh wait.... what if he plans on eating me....? He thought to himself before daring the question. "What about you? Are you hungry?" He asked, having chosen his words carefully, trying to figure out if he was going to become Raylan's next meal or not. Maybe losing a chance to snuggle him was a good thing after all.
[attr="class","ashLyrics"]just another of the monsters
[attr="class","sub"]judged by fear alone, never by personality
[attr="class","ashTag"]@yuri // 326 words
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As the so-called nurse, Raylan was expected to care for his frozen patient and assure he would survive through the evening. Thus, he would share the berries he gathered through the autumn and stored away for the harsh winter ahead. A broad grin played across Raylan's lips as he heard about his little patient desiring something to eat. Cheerfully, the skinwalker clapped his hands before turning away to rummage through his food storage. He stopped a moment, a high-pitch noise escaping his mouth, ears listening to the noises bouncing.
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Once his location was determined, Raylan grinned and moved forward. In the corner of the cabin's main room was a trapdoor with a large round doorknob. His hands curled around the handle and pulled it open, grey hands reaching to feel the bags of food frozen by the temperature of the ground below. There were several packages of raw flesh for the skinwalker's crucial diet, however, reserved for evenings hunting failed. Fortunately, he already had his share of raw flesh for the day. His fingers grazed the bag full of tiny, round pieces; some saskatoon berries.
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The bag was snatched from the trapdoor storage as Raylan heard the stranger's question. He listened, closing the door, a frown on his face.
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"I'm fine... You don't have to worry, I have been eating and I won't hurt you," Raylan said, bringing the bag of berries close to his chest. "Do you like saskatoons?"
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The young skinwalker inquired before retreating to the bed. Steps were timed as Raylan approached, showing his guest the bag of berries. It was not a big meal, but a light snack suitable for an ill individual.
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"And... you are sure I can lay in the bed too?"
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Nervousness consumed Raylan's voice as he asked about joining the stranger in the bed. He wanted to assure the cold man was comfortable enough. His health came before the skinwalker's, thus, he needed to assure everything was alright.
Yuri found himself staring at the ceiling as Raylan got him some food. Somewhat worried that he might become his next meal. He dared to ask the question, hopeful when he heard Raylan's answer. "I see." He mumbled, continuing to look up, feeling pleased to know Raylan had eaten something, he wasn't sure why it concerned him but it had and it wasn't fear based. "I... don't know." He answered, never really eating berries as a child. His parents fed him but it was their choice of the meal and berries wasn't on the list. As Raylan neared the bed, he inched away slightly. "I'm sure..." He answered nervously before adding, "I feel like I'm taking more than half of the bed." He hoped this time that Raylan would become in reach so that he could hug him. At least then if he were to die, he had been brave in the process, if not Raylan deserved a hug and he desired to give him one at all costs.
[attr="class","ashLyrics"]just another of the monsters
[attr="class","sub"]judged by fear alone, never by personality
[attr="class","ashTag"]@yuri // 213 words
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Every step carried the blind skinwalker closer to the "trap" that awaited him at the filthy bed. The top of the berry bag was clenched between his fingers, cold seeping into them as he ventured closer. He stood beside the bed, blind eyes pointed away from the stranger he rescued. The initial time his patient witnessed his countenance, the man's heart displayed the characteristics of frightened prey... Something Raylan never wished to inflict onto a person... particularly the mysterious stranger he fetched from the frigid temperatures of a blizzard.
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The sheer notion of being at the man's bedside summoned flutters inside the depths of his chest. Nervousness viciously grasped the bashful man's shoulders as he refused to warrant the stranger the opportunity to become fearful. The man's uncertain answers about saskatoons surprised Raylan, the empty sockets widening and every urge to glance resisted. The berries were sweet, even possessing the slightest tinge of an almond flavour. It was unique and something Raylan enjoyed munching on whenever the possibility arose.
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When the stranger stated he was sure, all resistance deteriorated as Raylan's face locked on the mystery man. A soft smile was on the brown-haired man inched closer, approaching the bed, berries in hand as he planned on laying alongside his patient for warmth.
Yuri was staring at the ceiling as he waited for Raylan to come closer before suddenly wrapping his arms around him to pull him into a hug. "Will you help me eat?" He asked, feeling somewhat tired as he held Raylan close to him. Despite feeling fear, he felt more guilty with Raylan being away from him and he was somewhat hungry. After eating some berries, he'd doze only to wake to find Raylan snuggling his arm. Having him close was the best decision I could ever made. He thought to himself, falling asleep until morning. Once more he'd catch Raylan snuggling his arm, thoughts had crossed his mind and he found himself feeling somewhat better. "Hey, so I was thinking...." He'd start, pausing for a moment before adding, "Will you come back home with me?"
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