Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]A soft, content whinny left the lips of the brown and white mare. Beneath the gentle hand of Peyton, Feather appeared comforted, bringing her head closer. Always, his calloused hand could sooth the stubborn beast known as Feather. Despite the docile nature of the horse, she was referred to as his horse for excellent reasons. If there were extended times where the blond failed to visit the horse, the individual who came faced her gentle wrath. They would receive the upset whinnies, snorts and headshakes of a horse wishing to see her master. At times, Peyton faced her grumpier side, however, once eased the mare featured a calmer side.
Shortly after her leaning, Feather pulled way, providing a dissatisfied snort. Evidently, the mare was displeased about his extended absence from the stables. The angel's hazel eyes glanced over at the nearby hay bails. Smoothly, Peyton plucked a chunk of the hay, offering it to the brown and white mare. A snort escaped Feather's lips as she begrudgingly began grasping the peace offering. As Feather chewed up the hay, Peyton listened to the words of his young daughter as she claimed to tend to the horses. It hastily meant the creatures were provided wonderful treatment.
"That explains why they look so well," Peyton complimented with a smile. "Have they been rode plenty? I know it can be difficult making sure they get their experience."
He side glanced as Haley approached the dapple grey mare dubbed as Bluebell. A smile played across Peyton's lips, his hand running along the side of Feather's neck softly. A gentle laugh escaped his lips at Haley's proclamation of Feather's behaviours. At the moment, the brown and white mare confirmed it with an annoyed huff.
"I would not doubt it for a moment. Feather doesn't like it when I'm away that long," the blond commented.
The male angel was aware the mare and his daughter struggled to get along. Perhaps a hidden rivalry or jealousy on the end of Feather, however, nonetheless, the pair never favoured one another. The brown and white mare adored attention, her stubborn and sassy side surfacing in the face of granting others the attention she believed she deserved.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley grinned at the comment. Horse maintenance hadn’t been entirely her responsibility, but she wouldn’t have let them get too out of shape. She’d grown up around most of these horses and she cared about them nearly as much as everyone else in her family. She winced slightly at his comment on keeping up their experience. ”As much as I could, which wasn’t much,” she admitted. Between her father being deemed dead, trying to learn what she could about fighting and self defense, and her regular responsibilities as a lady of a house, she had been pretty busy. Coming in to groom the horses and making sure they ate every day was the most she could manage a majority of the time. [break][break]
A small smile grew across her face as she watched Feather. The horse was visibly more at ease with her father around. It comforted Haley to see the horse so happy. She had been worried that if the mare got any more upset she’d stop eating or start getting fussy when anyone came near her, and that would make things more difficult. If Peyton had actually gotten himself killed… Haley shuddered and brushed aside the thought. Her father was safe and unharmed. Now was the time to be counting her blessings, not worrying about the future. [break][break] “Good thing you came back for her, then,” she commented, running a hand through Bluebell’s mane. A part of her felt certain that the horses had to be happier about his return than any of his actual family members were. The animals didn’t know how complicated matters were, they just knew he had left them and now he was back. Once again, she turned her mind away from that subject. “Shall we take them out, then?” she asked with a light smile.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Everything felt back in place as Peyton's body and mind eased. These moments hastily transformed into precious relaxation required by the angel after the harshness of his captivity. A long breath flowed between his partially opened lips, his eyes taking on a gentleness the longer his hand brushed against the creature's coarse fur. In these stables was bliss and the well-needed medicine to mend his aching mind and heart. Fortunately, the horses called for attention considering his long absence from their home.
The confirmation provided by his daughter only allowed for plans to circulate within his mind. These horses would receive their experience alongside some well-needed pampering over the course of his leave. There was no anger within his eyes at his daughter's confession to the lack of horse experience. The duties of the Hayes Family were an endless list, each having their own subset of expectations warranted to them. His leave meant one less set of hands to assure the horses received their requirements.
He failed to notice the minor movements of his daughter. Her reaction to those sinister thoughts creeping in because of the unfortunate circumstance of his kidnapping. Though, he gained full attentiveness when his daughter inquired about writing them.
"Yes, I think they need a good ride," the angel said with a grin.
As natural as his warrior instincts, Peyton grabbed the halter, adjusting it onto Feather's snout. The horse happily obliged, plenty willing to listen to the cavalier's words. Smoothly, with the reins on Feather, Peyton unhinged the latch, opening the gate to lead her from her stall.
"To the river, perhaps?" Peyton suggested, glancing at Haley.
Following his words, Peyton led the horse from the stall, taking her to the stall's side. He tied her reins for a moment before grasping the saddle and prepping Feather for the ride.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
[attr="class","Haleyaodmain"]
Haley’s lips quirked up in a smile as her gaze lingered on her father and the horse for a moment longer. He looked at peace. That was good. It was the least he deserved. She gave Bluebell’s fur one more long stroke before following his lead and fixing the horse with a halter. When she was younger it had been heavy and awkward and the horses would resist her attempts, but she’d long since learned to lift them smoothly without too many errant movements. Growing up and gaining more muscle helped, of course. ”Good girl,” she muttered to Bluebell as she led her out to put on the saddle. [break][break] ”The river works,” she smiled. She liked to ride down there. It was open and free and usually the air was slightly cooler near the water. She made quick work of the saddle and double checked that all the latches were secure before mounting the horse. She was eager to get out there. It really had been too long since she’d been riding. It was partially because she was busy, but also because the horses reminded her about her dad. He’d been the one that taught her almost everything she knew about them, after all.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Alongside him walked the horse, Feather's steps weighty when compared to his own. The animals eyes drifted about, surveying their surroundings as he freed the horse. Smoothly, his hands worked, gently wrapping the reins around the pole to keep Feather steady. He doubted the mare would leave his side, however, the knight refused to allow a moment of startle lead to unpredictable behavior. He trusted Feather, but exhibiting an exercise in caution for his health was considered a requirement with his present circumstance.
After his recent return, there was soreness ridden in his bones from the torment he underwent. Shaking away the physical trauma would be difficult despite the mending of his flesh. These matters took time and Peyton proved to remain mentally fortified against the horrors that unravelled. Nonetheless, the blond was not keen to discover more unnoticed bruises and cuts from his days locked in hell. The nobleman's hand ran over Feather's smooth pelt, her short hair tickling the palm of his hand. A soft grin played across Peyton's face as he turned aside to grab the saddle.
The heavy object was hefted onto Feather, the strong mare never flinching at the additional weight. As Peyton went about securing the straps and latches, he heard his daughter.
"Wonderful," he began with a grin, "then it is decided."
Everything was tightened accordingly, Peyton checking every strap to assure perfection. Short-comings with a saddle meant a harsh reality with falling into the dirt. Once satisfied, Peyton untied the reins, bringing them back to rest atop Feather's back. In a quick motion, Peyton hauled himself onto Feather, adjusting himself to comfortably sit onto the saddle. Gently, Peyton coaxed her forwarding, turning into the sunlight.
"It truly is a beautiful day," he breathed out happily.
The nobleman's eyes gazed about, admiring the green of the surrounding trees and beauty of the sky above. After days spent inclosed, Peyton enjoyed the atmosphere of freedom. His liberation was a necessity after days spent trapped in the hell of prisons and an arena.
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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.
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