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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The grey wolf lifted his head to glance at the overcast sky, just as the first of many droplets of rain started to fall to the earth. A low growl rumbles in his chest, faint sparks of electricity sparking on the ends of his bristling fur. A hunt in the middle of a downpour would be far more difficult, as the rain would wash away almost all of the scents that he could use to track down suitable prey. It would also mask his own scent, though that wouldn’t help him find prey to begin with.
Resigned to call today more of a lost cause, the grey wolf began to tread the familiar path to what he considered a last resort - when hunting heartier food fell through. Nosing his way through foliage and brush- as quietly and stealthily as the wolf could manage, he eventually came to the clearing where berry bushes grew in abundance. Clamping sharp-fanged jaws around a branch with a good yield of the tiny fruit-orbs, Fanaa wrenched his head from side to side while pulling backwards, the efforts rewarded with the cracking of the branch he held in his jaws.
Keeping his head lifted decently high so the branch wouldn’t drag on the ground and loose or squash some of the precious berries, the grey wolf started to make his way instinctively back home. His pace picked up once he was close enough to see the place where they lived, slowly tricking the door open with a clever working of his paw. Setting the branch on the rough wooden table where it’d be safest, he returned to the outside so that his fur wouldn’t get the inside too wet.
Tilting his head to regard the sky again, the rain was starting to get a little harder. The scent of the rain on a slight breeze, it was heralding the eventually arrival of a storm. It’d be best to wait inside for his sibling’s return at this point, or he’d get too soaked through to be allowed back in. Throwing back his head to loose a howl that meant he had reached home base, as was almost customary for the wolf, he knew that if his sibling was anywhere close to being home, that would have been heard.
Returning to the inside of their shelter, Fanaa allowed himself to slip out of his wolf form. Pulling the hood of the cloak his brother had given him over his face, he sat at their rough table with his legs crossed, beginning to pluck the berries from the large branch he had managed to bring home. It was better than restlessly pacing, and he knew it would prove to be useful, as he could throw the branch outside once all the berries had been harvested from the branch.
[attr="class","lmdbodt"]The arrival of spring meant the inevitable lifting of hunting difficulties. Animals would inevitably rouse from their slumber and wander the earth again. Slowly, a hunter's hand reached for the blanket covering the windows to gaze at the outside world. Though, spiting the coming spring's saviour from hunger, clouds brewed together. Grey clouds collected in mass above the earth. The mere sight of it caused long-time hunter, Sedge Light, to release an annoyed sigh from his lips. The darkening grey clouds suggested a coming storm and accompanying those beliefs was a rough time hunting as scents and tracks were washed way beneath falling droplets.
Additionally, it suggested a coming cold front and inevitable soaking of the ground. Only adding to the setback was their lack of crops planted. The recent release of winter left solemn opportunities to start the miniature farm and begin surviving thoroughly. Yet, the primary concern was related to the circumstance of Sedge's brother. The wolf-like younger male left for the purposes of hunting food for their stomachs. Alas, rain regularly equated to difficulties in food gathering and warmth on account of wet air.
The large man's hefty steps creaked across the cabin floor, heading for the front door. The awning of their home protected the stacked firewood. If his younger brother, Fanaa, would be returning in the frightful storm, Sedge knew he best warm their small cabin with fire. From the large stack, he gathered two logs, placing them atop his muscular arm before grabbing a clump of sticks and leaves. He lumbered back to the door, his steps hefty as he returned inside. The clumps of leaves and logs were placed into the stone fireplace.
Gradually, he assorted and shuffled them, assuring the twigs and leaves remained at the bottom while the logs stayed at the top. From atop the fireplace mantel, the hermit grasped the long-necked lighter and brought it close before squeezing the trigger. A small flame lit the tip of the device, licking the leaves and spreading to start a warming fire. For a moment he observed the spreading flames before retreating back to the door. As he opened the front door, intentionally leaving it slightly open, the ziz's ears detected raindrops falling atop the brush and the roof of their home.
Another soft sigh breezed through the older male's lips as he gathered several logs in his arms. Using brisk strides, he returned inside, stacking the logs on a section designated for them. In the winter months, it would be taller, however, in the spring's regulated temperature it was regulated. Carefully, he stacked the logs, his attention remaining on them until the door opened. Once finished, the man returned to his stance, exiting the cabin to walk around the perimeter where the cellar doors were.
Closed and locked containers were stationed in a cellar, filled with gathered supplies. From the shelved containers, Sedge plucked dried fruits and vegetables. From the underground, the larger man heard it, the sound of Fanaa howling. He gathered a few other things, from some leftover game meat to additional, pre-packaged fruits and vegetables before heading to the cellar stairs. He marched up the stairs before closing and locking the doors behind him. In the hardening rain, the older brother walked around the house, opening the cabin door to discover his brother devouring a branch of berries.
"Hunt didn't go well?" He asked with a sigh. "Damn rain."
The larger man crossed through the threshold, a hand reaching to close the cabin door behind him. He approached their scratched-up wooden table. The items were set onto the worn surface, allowing his brother to see the food.
"We could have stew if you want," he suggested to Fanaa.
Despite waiting for an answer, Sedge marched over the cupboard. A large pot was grabbed and placed onto the woodstove. They would be required to purify some water, but soup on a cold, stormy day sounded excellent.
As good of a hunter as wolves were, they didn’t catch prey every time. This was a fact of life Fanaa was used to, a hard learned and occasionally bitter fact at that. It was even a little harder for himself, in that he was without a pack to provide back-up. Most wolves were secure within the confines of a pack, something he has never had the luxury of. Either way he was content with the way things were, living in the wilds with none but his older sibling. The wolf has little in the way of social knowledge, let alone had not been exposed to it to begin with. The less people that intruded in their shelter, the better. It was easier this way, familiar.
Berries really were a last ditch, the portions small and sweet. Even if they weren’t his preference though, sustenance was never something to pass up. The warm of the shelter that was provided was enough to stop the chill, something that would prevent a chill from creeping up. Chills and cold were another thing Fanaa had learned the hard way, the stubbornness is not dropping a hunt kn cold and rain had once before lead to growing sick. It had been a rather unpleasant experience for the wolf, not knowing what fever was or why it felt too hot and too cold at the same time. As many things were, his brother had taken care of the situation then as well.
Slender fingers pause in their plucking of the berries upon his sibling’s return, and for a moment Fanaa didn’t respond. His posture was a little tense, his body language showing clear agitation. Fanaa knew they relied most on what they were able to get with the act of survival, so a failed hunt was something that left him with frustration. Even after living through times where it was harder than it was now, it was something he continually disliked. His gaze fixed on his older sibling, and a low huff left his lips. Fanaa’s face displayed displeasure, the answer gained from that alone was likely sufficient.
”No. Too much rain. Prey hiding.” Short sentences were usually all the wolf could muster, otherwise they start to get broken up and make little sense. ”Have bowl? I put berries in for you.” His brother’s words caught his attention further, and he glanced at what had been brought. ”I like stew.” His tone was appreciative, approving. Stew was much more filling than just berries, so it was a welcomed thought.
Glancing back at the branch as the stew pot was prepared, Fanaa considered the remaining berries. There was actually quite a lot here, easily a bowl or two’s worth. Despite having eaten some already, he had hardly made a dent. He had picked the right branch, and from the right bush. Slender figures begin plucking the berries again, careful to ignore the berries that weren’t as good.
Today was a failed hunt, though the rain surely would bring some good with it. It would nurture more berries to grow, and the bushes probably wouldn’t run out any time soon. In some places there might even be tracks, ones that could lead to prey. Tracks were very easy to follow for the wolf, and were useful in the event that scent was unreliable. If there was anything to be said about Fanaa, it was that he tried his hardest to pull his own weight in survival. If they were to survive properly, he had to be useful.
Holding the plucked berries in his free hand, he paused once his palm had as much as he could hold. It would be better to wait to pluck more after he had a bowl, as there would be more room. Even if his older sibling wouldn’t want the berries immediately, they could be stored properly. Then if either of them wanted to eat them later, they would be fine and not squished or lost. It would also make for more room, as the branch would be discarded outside or used to bolster the fire after it was dried.
[attr="class","lmdbodt"]Failing hunts was a natural misfortune for those living in their lifestyle. Relying almost entirely on the land, Sedge and Fanaa were required to work hard, especially as winter ticked close. While the ziz saved plenty of funds from what they sold, he preferred to gather immense amounts to avoid a deep delve into their money. The lack of requirement for hydro and other human fundamentals allowed for savings, alas, the grey-haired older brother preferred maintaining a comfortable boundary to avoid starving.
Wealth was saved for the purchasing of fruits, vegetables and other difficulty obtained products. While he maintained a garden throughout the warmer months, he created and preserved them to assure their survival. Nonetheless, the preparation of meats for the harsh winter would be a requirement coming into the frigid season. Occasionally, they could afford the terrible hunt in these days, however, they would require fixation on making up for those bad hunting days and store away the meat.
Smoothly, the ziz grabbed the pre-chopped ingredients and poured it into the pot for the cooking process. Quietly, Sedge dipped the long ladle into the stew, stirring about the ingredients and allowing the thick scent of cooking vegetables and meats. The gentle bumps of chopped ingredients bumped against his ladle as he stirred. A subtle, brief grin played across Sedge’s lips before gradually dissipating into a neutral expression. Behind him, he heard his younger brother’s answer to his questions about his hunting.
“Unfortunate. We should have enough to last a while. Some of that meat we likely want to use up before it spoils,” the ziz started, a sigh breaching his lips. “So tomorrow will be meat night, alright?”
The heat of the stew breathed against his face, steam warming his countenance. Their supper for the evening was almost finished, thus, Sedge laid the ladle against the side of the pot. Slowly, he walked towards the cupboards, grabbing a pair of bowls. When his brother spoke again, he glanced over his shoulder at him.
“Yep, it just needs some time, Fanaa, but it should be cooked soon. Then we will store those berries and maybe make a jam out of them,” the older male explained.
After setting the bowls down, Sedge walked over to prim and pristine bottles of water. Frequently, the ziz pre-boiled water to remove any impurities to maintain a suitable amount of liquid. Some remained within the basement and were used as a back-up reserve for their drinking water.
“Want a glass, Fanaa?” He asked, glancing at his brother.
Fortunately, the rain meant filling barrels, allowing for Sedge to continue the process of boiling water to refill any stores lost from their drinking and cooking. There were always fortunes to the gifts of nature, especially rain as it replenished food for prey, watered their garden and provided drinking water. Quietly, the grey-haired man stood beside the bottle, waiting for Fanaa’s answer.
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