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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Only a few days ago had a concerning case arrived on Vaughn Mallori's doorstep. After a brief leave to readjust and recover from his untimely death, he returned to work with the frightful case. During his absence, reports of a young girl wandering the outskirts, seemingly homeless, surfaced. People claimed to be aware of her identity, but confirmation could not be gathered because nobody could catch her. Officials wished to bring the young lady somewhere safer than the crime-ridden and terror populated streets of Lorsette.
The outlying circumstances provided and the information was given prompted Vaughn to quickly accept the case. As the guardian of his young niece, Midori Mallori, the case struck a chord inside the masked man. Based on descriptions and assumed ages of the girl, she was approximately his niece's age, being perhaps a year older. Somebody needed to assist the unfortunate child to avoid the sorrowful death of somebody so young. Therefore, he prepared himself during the early hours of the morning for his expedition to search for the mysterious girl who some believed was named 'Holly'.
Throughout the morning, he made sandwiches, packing them into a small lunch kit. In addition, he had granola bars and a leftover fruit rollup he originally bought for a sweet for Midori's lunches. After having Midori's healthy lunch prepared, he ushered her to the vehicle and took his niece to school. A few moments were taken to watch the young girl enter Lorsette Elementary. He always watched, waiting for her to enter the building before heading off to accomplish tasks for his recent cases. Gradually, he pulled away from the curve, safely driving through traffic to approach the outskirts.
Slowly, the atmosphere of Lorsette changed as he escaped the hustle of the Northern area and traded it for the near-silence of the outskirts. Traffic thinned out substantially, allowing the masked man to smoothly enter the area and head to the previous location people claimed to see the young girl. As he entered the vicinity, Vaughn pulled over, parking along the curb. The private investigator's eyes skimmed the area, assuring there would be no immediate danger upon exiting his vehicle. He was capable of fighting, however, he was new to the realm of being a spirit...
Furthermore, unlike the residents of the outskirts, Vaughn was a well-dressed man. He wore a suit with a dark maroon suitcoat and black dress pants. The collar of his white dress shirt was properly folded with a bowtie wrapped around it. Atop his head was well-groomed, brushed back grey hair with a black top hat. The top hat itself matched his ensemble, having a maroon bow of a similar colour to his suit coat sewn around it. Compared to anybody else, Vaughn stuck out because of his preference for formal clothes.
From the driver's seat, Vaughn reached for the lunch kit, bringing it along as he exited his car. The lock button on the keys was promptly pressed before they were stuffed into his pocket. Given the crime-ridden nature of the outskirts, the spirit would not be taking chances. Lunch kit in hand, the masked man began walking the sidewalks, deciding it better to explore on foot. Driving through the outskirts would potentially create difficulties in finding clues to the young girl's location and finding her was a top priority.
Therefore, with a limp to his step, the masked man set out, bright yellow eyes searching through the slits of his mask. As difficult as it made things, he required it to access his physical form abilities. Either way, despite the dangers and unfamiliarity with his species, he ventured forward, determined to find the young girl.
Holly was determined to find some trace of something, and so she continued to press on and search, depite being dirty, hungry, and utterly exhausted. She had already become lost anyhow, so there was no way to find her way back. She had spent last night curled up under her cape, it was still not the best way to sleep, but it was surely better than having nothing. She had spotted some strangers here and there as she wandered, some of which had tried to approach her. When she did not recognize them she had always managed to slip way, not really ready to find out if they would try to take her home or otherwise interrupt her search. It has been a little while since she had spotted one though, and she was worse for wear. She had a few scratches on her arms, and she was looking dirty and grungy, as well as a little more tired every day. Right now she was waiting in a thin alleyway, waiting for a few people to pass. She found it very easy to hide, being so small in a world of things large and imposing. She does find herself missing her friends, but not as much as she misses her family.
She had no siblings to care for or comfort her, all she ever had were her parents. They had always been very supportive of her dreams and different wishes, and she had been raised with love and extreme care. To her it had been perfect, a family anyone could be happy with, one that nurtured her kindness and curiousity, making her friendly and cheerful, instead of a reserved or unhappy child. Maybe a lot of that is what lead her to this path she was on, always optimistic and willing to do the things she believed in. It was in her blood, the fiber that makes her who she is. It makes her unable to leave her own wonderings alone, because she is strong in her convictions, even without that family network to fall back on.
Everyone had their own paths in life, some were not really meant to stay with you forever, a painful truth of life that holly did not yet understand. Some only enter your life to test your strength, some enter it to become your very best friend, people come and go for any reason, good or bad, and you could never know just by a first glance. Holly peeks out and around the corner of the alley, once the voices she had heard were no longer able to be heard. There was nobody in sight, something that made her both relieved and lonely, as she really was a social girl, just not one that knows who was safe at the moment. She no longer had a shoulder to cry on, or someone to pick her up if she fell. She needed to find some kind of clue, no matter whether she can handle every step or not.
She finally slinks out of the alleyway, her steps slower and more careful. A small ghost of a smile is painted on her lips, her posture tired but still clearly determined. Her tangled black hair falls around her pale face, her silver eyes glittering in any light that falls on them. She never judged anyone unless they had done her wrong, a trait that may get her into trouble if left alone. For now though she is doing fine, avoiding everyone she sees. So many days and she has no clues to show for it, something that has frustrated her. There had to be something somewhere, or all her searching was for nothing.
From behind his mask, Vaughn peered through the slits, searching for the needed clues. The pressure weighed hefty upon his shoulders with every taken step. Failure to discover the child’s location could result in premature death from malicious criminals or bloodthirsty terrors. The slowness of his steps granted the spirit ample time to assess the area, hoping he could discover something to point him towards the young girl. She required rescuing, thus the private investigator was left praying his arrival would not be belated.
Yellow eyes detected the filth of the outskirts. Dirty walls, some with street art created by vandals while others received the misfortune of chipped bricks and damaged exteriors. The alleyways were littered with small puddles maintained by shaded areas. Chatter was minimal with the exceptions of a few small groups daring enough to leave the safety of their homes. As Vaughn strolled through, lunch box in hand, he found himself tense... A limited amount of time had passed since his early demise and considering the arching circumstances behind it, the spirit stayed vigilant in analyzing his surroundings.
The twisted situation kept the masked man acutely paranoid as he settled back into the regular swing of life. Besides... another abrupt swing of an executioner's weapon meant Midori would be alone in Lorsette... possibly in a similar situation as this young girl. The sheer macabre fantasy of Midori being left homeless and alone chilled the single guardian. He would not allow that to happen! The spirit walked softly, eyes searching as he rounded the corner and continued his investigation. As his eyes peered around the crumbling bricks, he noticed her leaving the safety of a nearby alleyway.
A child, dark hair matted from days spent wandering the outskirts alone. From a distant and hasty observation, Vaughn noticed the squalid condition of the girl's clothing, however, he had yet to notice the scratches. The detective stepped from his position at the corner, body language open to appear less threatening. Dancing beneath the sharp grin of his white mask was a softer grin; an instinct to manifest a friendly atmosphere.
"Afternoon, miss, would you like some lunch?" He offered.
The investigator leaned down, carefully placing the metal lunch kit onto the pavement. Perhaps a peculiar introduction, but he hoped to establish a benevolent atmosphere and get something into the young girl. It seemed unlikely the orphaned child received a proper meal since she left home... Thus, he hoped to begin their interaction on positive terms by allowing her to eat before conversing. There was a strategy to Vaughn's intentions, and it consisted of getting him on talking terms with the young girl first.
Everything seemed to be okay as far as she could tell, something that made the young wolf girl relax slightly. Howver she tenses a little when she hears someone call out, her silver eyes widening as she turns to look in his direction. Her silver eyes dart from his mask to his hands, her mind grasping onto the fact that he had food, and she turns n her heels and lightly bounds towards him, moving quickly and lightly on her feet. Stopping in front of the stash of food, she looked from it and then back up at him, her facial features still painted with a fragile smile, and she tilted her head slightly.
"Is it really okay for me to have this?" She reached for the food, the young girl picking it up gingerly. Glancing at him again, Holly would choose a sandwich once she was certain she really could have it. Taking a small bite, she would look back up at him with bright eyes. Holly had become quite lonely and hungry while out on her own, but this person did not seem to be as dangerous as some of those she had been hiding from. "Thank you, sir."
Once she had finished the last of her chosen sandwich, she looks down at her feet before back up again, remembering her manners. "My name is Holly. I think I'm lost..." Scratch that. Holly knew she was definitely lost, but was a little too ashamed of that to say so. She knew she really should have tried to take someone with her, but she had really missed her parents too much. Thinking about her parents was making her sad again, and her eyes were starting to water and fill with tears.
Simple actions of benevolence could speak the greatest volumes about one's attentions. The masked, private investigator wished to use these facts to a subtle, but not ill-intended advantage. Escorting the young girl to safety was crucial, therefore, he was required to build a foundation of trust. Food to a probably starving child with days of improper nutrition spoke lengths in comparison to driving up and effectively saying 'Trust me and get in the car'. While people wished for a hasty solution to the saddening case, these matters would be something Vaughn approached slowly.
He raised his niece, making him thoroughly aware that there were methods of gaining trust, but haste was not among them. Children needed to learn the significance of decisions through careful interactions, not being grabbed, thrown over one's shoulder and thrown into the backseat. These situations possessed what Vaughn would consider, a proper and peaceful method of being resolved. Circumstances handed him what he would assume was a distraught and frightened orphaned child who required somebody to gently lead her back to safety.
When the young, matted-haired girl inquired about the food, Vaughn nodded.
"Yes it is. You are probably hungry being out here all on your own, eh?" Vaughn confirmed before starting a conversation with another question.
A healthy distance was maintained between himself and the young girl. With the sorrowful circumstances of the case, he wanted to prioritize her safety both mentally and physically. Therefore, giving her space while crossing the stepping stones of trust. Else he tipped over and fall into the fast-moving waters flowing alongside him. And should that happen? He would return to square one in bringing her to safety. The thanks were greeted with a smile, narrowly visible through the over-sized one displayed on his old theatre mask.
"No thanks needed, miss," he answered.
For a moment, he debated revealing his awareness of her case but decided it was better left for after trust formed. He was unaware of her skittishness or how she may react should she discover his ties with law enforcement too quickly. Playing the safest game until more information was at his disposal was a cautious plan. He allowed the girl to finish the remainder of her sandwich, knowing it was best to get something into her. When she finished, the introductions began as the girl admitted her name was Holly and her situation.
Fortunately, factors of the case were confirmed with the dark-haired child being the daughter of two TRS officials who passed. A somewhat comforting notion since it suggested there were fewer missing faces of Lorsette's children population.
"Hmm, I see. What got you so lost, Holly?" Vaughn asked the question gently.
As he watched the young girl, she noticed the forming of tears inside her eyes. Heartstrings tugged as a frown immediately dropped onto the investigator's face. Similar to a majority of people, he did not enjoy watching children tear up from the melancholy of a bad circumstance. Gradually, he eased into a crouch, somewhat hindered by the remnants of his old injury.
"What is wrong?"
The words were spoken softly to coax a response from the young child. The RCMP hired him to assist with the case and he considered comforting the child a part of those duties. Assisting somebody consisted of more than bringing them out from the darkened, dangerous sectors of a bad neighbourhood, but also leading them along. In addition, Vaughn discovered a passion in this case birthed from the existence of his niece. Midori was considered more his daughter rather than the niece he cared for on behalf of his brother and parents.
Once the tears started to fall, Holly found that she couldn’t stop them. ”I wanted to try to find them, and n-now...I’m l..lost..” The young girl’s voice was broken up by sobs as she started to cry. All she wanted was her family back. The smell of cinnamon rolls and pancakes filling the air as her mother cooked breakfast, the sounds of her dad whittling a chunk of wood into a figurine. Holly wanted more than anything for things to be okay again, but deep down some part of her knew it wasn’t going to be that way. She just couldn’t bring herself to accept that she was alone now.
The lunch kit fell from her fingers as she brought her hands up to her face, trying in vain to wipe away the tears that were still dripping freely down her face. Her lips trembled as she whimpered, the events of the last few weeks finally catching up to her full force. She should have just stayed at home and been safe, but she had been holding put hope that she could change the situation herself. A belief that maybe, she could be a hero like in all the fairytales and save herself. Yet, she hadn’t been able to achieve that. Maybe one day she would be able to.
Stranger or not, in her current state Holly needed comfort. Perhaps some part of her knew that he meant no harm, or maybe it could be chalked down to the optimistic tint she viewed the world through. She darted towards the stranger at that moment, her steps heavy and loud but quick. If he allowed it, she would hold herself against him and cling to his clothes, crying more freely. She didn’t want to be alone anymore. ”I’m s..sad. Scared. I miss them..” Her voice broke and she was shivering with the force of her sobs. Maybe things would look better one day, but for now she just needed someone to take care of her.
There was always a heartbreaking aspect to listening to a child grow sorrowful. At times, he listened to Midori being upset, and every time it broke the private investigator's heart. Despite his lack of familiarity with Holly, Vaughn discovered the familiar heartstrings being yanked. A frown traced his lips as he watched the young girl, worry conquering his heart as she watched the young, short-haired girl. Freshly tear-soaked eyes appeared on the girl's face, although, Vaughn already assumed not of her volition.
Every broken word suggested the turmoil within the abrupt loss of her parents. Those were never easy concepts to cope with, especially at an age so vulnerable and young. No child deserved to lose their parents, but unfortunately, fate could be a twisted mistress. The tang of metal colliding with the concrete sidewalk resonated through the streets as Vaughn witnessed Holly attempting to wipe away the falling tears. The frown deepened across his hidden lips the longer he observed the young girl grow upset.
The child's lips were quivering while she attempted to dry the rolling tears dripping like a leaky faucet from her eyes. Everything happened quickly as the distance was closed, Vaughn making no effort to move away, but instead to brace himself. He allowed the young girl to close in, her hands balling as she clung to his clothing as he managed to remain steady with a subtle hint of pain from his problematic leg. Quietly, he listened to her words, bringing an arm around to softly rub the child's back in comfort.
When the words finished leaving her lips, he spoke, "It will be alright. You have every right to miss them and I will not leave you here by yourself."
The words escaped his lips softly, in somewhat of a whisper filled with tones of calmness. There were occasions where Vaughn soothed a child, therefore, he held the experience to accomplish the action. He remained crouched, allowing Holly to cry as much as she required. He hoped his presence would result in safety, although, it was always difficult to confirm given the behaviours of the outskirts.
Just for a little bit, she needed someone to cling to. Someone that could make everything feel alright, even if just for a little while. The world would move on and continue forward, even as cruel as such a sentiment might seem. Little did Holly know, that this would spark her true desire to become a hero that could help others. Eventually the tears would dry, and mark the return of her smiles.
Her face pressed against him as she let her tears roll, closing her eyes as the corners burned. Her body quivered as she sobbed, allowing her own sadness and desperation to be loose now that she felt a little safe. She wasn’t stuck in hiding any longer, so she didn’t have to keep as quiet as she otherwise might have had to. Surely nobody would try to get her now that she was with someone? Or maybe she was feeling too tired to keep her strong act up any longer.
Her breathing was uneven as she cried, though eventually it would start to calm again. He wasn’t trying to pry her away, and that alone started to foster a sense of hope and trust. Maybe he could help her, where she wasn’t able to really help herself yet. She calmed even more as he rubbed her back, opening her silvery eyes once more. ”Okay...thank you...”
It was not elaborated on for what exactly she was thanking him for, but Holly did feel grateful. Still, in her current situation, it was probably clear that she was thankful for him in general. He was here to help her, instead of leaving her all alone. That in itself was enough to start to give her a sense of safety and calm. She wasn’t alone any longer, and that meant that things were bound to change.
The raking sobs of a child tormented Vaughn's heart. Never had people of young ages deserved to be riffled with turmoil haunting every action. The world's cruelty unleashed on a soul brimmed with innocence. A sorrow to behold, but nonetheless an existing misfortune in the churning waves of reality. Naturally, even those coated in virtue received the edge of sorrow's cold steel sword carving into their heart. The truth pained Vaughn, however, he remained an immobile figure for the child's upset and relief.
In a comforting, circular motion, the spirit rubbed the child's back. A deep breath slithered through his lips before being slowly exhaled. He despised witnessing children forcefully be shoved into sadness because of ill-fitting situations infiltrating their world. Childhoods should be filled with lessons and happiness, not a lonesomeness spawned from a cruel and premature death. With his arms tight around the child, Vaughn provided Holly the opportunity to released the bottled up emotions stewing inside her small body.
As the sobbing concludes, the spirit's body calms from an unknown tense. Worry always consumed the parental guardian when a child displayed signs of distress. A soft thanks breezed through the child's lips, leaving a gentle smile on Vaughn's lips. Gradually his arms loosened, giving Holly the opportunity to move should she wish it.
"You're welcome dear," he answered. "I must ask though, Holly. Is it alright if you come with me? There are a lot of people worried about you, so I think it is best we go to the hospital to get you looked over. Do you feel safe coming with me for that?"
The words exuded calmness with subtle hints of reassurance sprinkled in. He wanted to help the young child, and the hospital was required as the initial stop. The RCMP could meet them there, the private investigator planning on phoning them on the drive. Fortunately, based on a quick analysis, Holly lacked any serious injuries, however, her safety needed prioritization before the police could gather their information. After days of homelessness, the young girl could hold a slew of injuries or secret illnesses invisible to his observant eyes.
The tall man made no additional movements, rather, he patiently awaited Holly's answer. They were newly acquainted with one another, therefore, Vaughn planned on being cautious with the following plans.
The breeze toyed with strands of black and red hair, gentle as it tugged at her locks. It’s a gentle hum in the air, a quiet hushed ambient voice. Only the cold unyielding ground and this breeze paid testament to this meeting, between a lost girl and her saviour. Today was a bookmark of change, a branching path in the trail of fate. The girl touched by tiredness and dust, dirty from days exploring the streets on her own. Soon though, it would change for the better.
She stilled as her back was rubbed, the motion serving to calm her. Her trembling slowly began to completely cease, and her breathing became more regulated. Now that she was coming down from the high emotions, she was starting to settle down. Whilst it would still be some time before she was okay, she could become calm for now. Sooner or later, she would find herself able to move on.
She’s still now, breathing with a normal rhythm. She was feeling more tired than not, now that her feelings had overflown. If she could stay just like this, then she could be okay. As he spoke, she lifted her watery silver eyes to look at him. His hold had loosened, but she remained in place. ”Okay. I’ll come with you.” She gives her head a nod, before finally releasing her own hold on him. ”I trust you...”
She didn’t know how or why, but she did. He seemed to know what he was doing, and wasn’t really scary at all. ”Umm...I’m tired...” Her voice is small, and she looked down at her feet. She couldn’t sleep very well on the streets, nowhere was comfy. Maybe once there was someplace a little more cozy, she would fall right asleep.
Initial steps to ferry Holly to safety were being taken. The starting actions of easing the young, dark-haired girl were accomplished smoothly. As a guardian to his niece, Vaughn was experienced in settling the wild emotions in a little girl. Alas, the complete shift in situation made him relieved he could manage soothing the orphaned child. Despite the child's calming, sorrow and tenseness leaked onto Vaughn's face, leaving him fortunate for the porcelain coloured mask hiding his expressions. For Holly's sake, he needed to display a sense of strength.
Leveled breathing from the child arrived slowly after the heart-wrenching sorrows exhibited by the young girl. It calmed Vaughn to witness her emotions returning to a tranquil state. In the smiling slit of the white mask displayed a small, warm grin as Holly stated she trusted him. Underlying those warm feelings was a thankfulness that those emotions were displayed towards him rather than somebody with more malicious intentions. With Holly's faith arrived the opportunity to lead her to the RCMP headquarters where she would receive the assistance she required.
Carefully, the masked investigator pulled away further in order to stand to his full height. The shift was gradual, hindered by the softest kiss of pain from his questionable knee. Once at his full height, he offered his hand to Holly for the short walk to his vehicle. The young girl's mention of weariness was greeted with a soft nod. It was sensible given the rough conditions of the street and lack of safe location for long-term slumber.
"You can sleep in the car while I drive," he assured Holly.
Before turning to head towards the car, Vaughn walked forward, plucking the lunch box from the ground. With the contents devoured, he worried naught about closing the metal case. Although, the case reminded the private investigator of later requirements.
"Then later we can get you some supper," he decided.
Lunch box in hand, Vaughn turned to lead the child down the sidewalk. While her filthy condition would reign havoc on the seats of his car, the spirit's care was geared more towards her safety. He could get the seats cleaned at a later date, but finding Holly again could become impossible.
Now that she was with someone she felt safe with, Holly wouldn’t ever wish to leave his side. Despite the current tiredness seeping through her body, she would hold onto the chance she was given with every ounce of strength she held. Here was someone willing to help her, willing to take care of her when she had nobody left. It wouldn’t be quite the same, though she would hold onto it with everything she had. It was dark and scary out here on her own, more than she had originally given thought.
Forethought was often not a skill the young wolf portrayed, or that many children portrayed at all. She often grasped onto a thought or idea, and just ran wherever it took her. Blinking those dark silver eyes just so slightly, she tightly grasps his hand. It was by no means a painful grip, just one that showed her weariness. It was safer, at least in her mind. ”Okay..”
Sleep in the car, it sounded safe. Much safer than under a porch or behind cold metal trashcans. She nodded slowly as he spoke again, though in no rush to eat more. She wasn’t as hungry right now, but might be after sleeping. Her steps are small as she follows, quietly at his side. Her silvery eyes glance back once or twice as they walk, though there was nothing left behind. Neither had she found any clues, though that was to be expected.
With the tension that had been present releasing, it was only a matter of time before she would crash. There was no reason to stay alert any longer, nobody to run away or hide from. She was settling down from fear, recovering from the reaching fingers of loneliness. Now there was just a quiet trust, an acceptance she had been found. It was a good thing, that’s what she thinks. Time was marching on, for better or for worse.
Easement crossed his body at the masked man's discovery of Holly. Through the use of clever planning, Vaughn managed to gain the young girl's favour and trust. Circumstance summoned requirement of organizing ideals and assuring the dark-haired girl's safety. His empathies for the young shifter motivated him forward, influencing his steps and driving his determination like coal in a train engine. Every promise he made held thorough truthfulness as he assured Holly about having a place to return to and somebody to preserve happiness.
Children needed a location where they could prosper, and the private investigator prayed the location would be provided with his intervention in her life. Though the starting of the refreshed map meant trials with the police and other legal agreements to assure custody and maintain Holly's well-being. Perhaps he agreed too hastily, however, kids required suitable living conditions and empathy kept him on the trajectory. An agreement left Holly's lips, prompting the masked investigator to take the little girl to the car.
Once she was inside and buckled, Vaughn would retreat to the driver's seat. In smooth movements he prepared him, buckling his seatbelt and starting the vehicle. Naturally, as the driving started, Vaughn maintained a quietness. The radio was turned low, a subtle hum of noise from a news forecast playing. Anything dramatic in volume was avoided as the investigator drove towards the hospital. While the girl slept, he took his time, allowing Holly an opportunity to ease. He kept the speed limit as travelled through the city, though he assured to avoid further delays.
A weave through the city brought them to Lorsette General Hospital, taking a safe spot for him to guide Holly. As he parked the vehicle, his eyes shifted to the little girl stationed beside him. Carefully, he reached for her shoulder, giving her a soft nudge.
"Holly, time to wake," he gently coaxed.
A smile played across his lips as he attempted to wake the young girl. Once woken, he would be taking her inside for a quick check over, though thankfully nothing extremely concerning.
The strap of the buckle holding her securely to the seat, it was enough to further settle the little wolf’s nerves. The motion and steadiness of the vehicle caused her eyelids to lower, sleepiness creeping in. Her cheek presses against the window as she drifts, the glass pane slightly chilled against her skin. The low rumbles and warbles of the radio are the background to her slumber, though no words stick out enough to permeate her dream. In her dream she was but in her fluffy pup form, in a field of brightly blooming flowers. The scents were sweet and gentle, and warm sunlight coated everything in a gentle glow. It made her fur cozy and soft, almost as if it were a safe haven of sorts.
Her ears pricked as the dream continued, familiar voices dangled by a breeze. The dreaming girl rose to her paws, head craning towards the distance where she heard the voice of her mother singing a lullaby. Slowly the young wolf shifter moved towards that familiar melody, the travel through the flowers almost like moving through water. The closer she got, the more the fur along her spine began to tingle and stand on end.
The flowers gave way to a clearing up ahead, the sunlight becoming almost blindingly bright. The young wolf’s eyes desperately tried to adjust, but she wasn’t meant to see what lay in that meadow clearing. As touch was felt on her physical body, Holly naturally began to awaken. The voice pulled her fully from the sunlit meadow, as her eyes slowly opened. A sleepy wordless murmur escapes her lips, as a hand rises to rub against one of her partially lidded eyes. ”Where are we?”
The sleepy youth would follow any directions given, a tired nod given to the answer to her mumbled question. She was not a difficult child to begin with, and barely being awake was making her even more so willing to follow without too much questioning. She knew that she was no longer in danger, so being alert was no longer a necessity. Already the dream was slipping from her memory, though she could almost feel the warm sunlight filtering through her fur still. Everything was going to be okay, if that was any signal.
Before further developments could be made, providing Holly with well-needed medical attention was the starting destination. Illness was capable of hiding, disguising itself with lesser traits when it infected those considered asymptomatic. Additionally, the visible scrapes and cuts across the girl's flesh deserved a quick glance. Days upon the streets of Lorsette risked chance to infections claiming wounds, even if they were considerably minor. If anything, Vaughn wanted to cover his bases and assure Holly's suffering arrived at a complete close.
This concluded to plucking her from the streets, getting her medical attention and making arrangements with the RCMP to inform them of her safety. Already, his mind was arranging a timeline of events. The action was natural as pieces were set into motion and Vaughn's thoughts thoroughly processed the circumstance. He would first get Holly in to see a doctor and in the meantime, he would contact the RCMP to inform them she was located and retrieved. Slowly, Vaughn roused the sleeping shifter with a soft shake, his eyes fixated on her.
The question from the sleepy girl managed to reach his ears, and for a moment, Vaughn hoped Holly was not afraid of hospitals. While he worked towards building trust between himself and the dark-haired girl, he concerned himself with losing it. Trust was a fragile notion at times, and he could only imagine how a girl formerly wandering the streets may perhaps be hesitant.
"We're at the hospital. I think it may be best if you get looked at before we go anywhere else," the investigator quietly explained. "I will also make sure some more food is brought for you. Now come along, everything will be alright."
Afterwards, the tall man pressed down on the seatbelt's release button, freeing him from the securing straps. He left the vehicle, inching out and closing the door. His long strides carried him around the car, positioning him beside the passenger's seat. He was hopeful a doctor would visit them quickly given Holly's unknown condition and days spent wandering the streets of Lorsette. Medical attention was a crucial part of assuring everything progressed without any abrupt snags, furthermore, he knew the police would be quick to arrive upon his report of finding her.
Should Holly leave the vehicle, Vaughn planned to gently take her hand and lead her into the establishment. His other hand grasping the keyfobe for his vehicle and clicking the lock button. A soft click echoed through the parking lot, confirming his vehicle would be secured while they handled the medical visit.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
