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!
Snow gracefully danced from the skies above. In spite of the snowfall, the temperature was relatively warm during the early February days. Fresh from work, the young huntress entered the TRS changing rooms to derobe from her messy uniform and into the clean clothes she left inside her locker. The young woman was quick to change into some sweat pants and a thick, long-sleeved red shirt. Her thoughts were happily swirling, her hips swaying, smile broad and ears pricked fully in delight. Days prior, Nyla asked her long-time friend, Zephyr, to join her after work for some festivities.
The type? She was not entirely certain herself, however, the vixen shifter was well-aware of the deep connection forming. Her attachment towards the dark-haired man only increased through the months. Mayhaps an extended courting from both parties, alas, it gave room for certainty. Despite her youth, Nyla's maturity reminded her how she cared for her sister, became the mother and father in place of their parents. In their absence, the blonde was required to rise to the plate after the disgrace her aunt and uncle exhibited; she was the only one around for Ines now.
She desired to introduce somebody good, a positive influence on their lives. It left her thoughts to churn as she plucked off the thin, spring coat from the locker hook. The jacket was tugged over her shoulders, the young woman's duffle bag shortly following. Briskly, she walked, head held up with confidence and radiant with the expression of joy. Excitement teemed in her limbs as the softest bit of a hop was featured in her steps. Those strides carried her outside the locker room and through the heavy double doors.
Mentally, she ran through the route to the meeting place. Outside the exit door nearby the lab was where she planned to meet the infamous weapons smith. The soft crunch of snow beneath her boots filled her ears as she journeyed through the delightful outside world. Her turquoise eyes wandered and gleamed as he admired the dancing flakes while enduring the cold. A breath of cold air was dragged deep, exhaling into steam hiding a faint smile. Though, the expression faded as whimpering managed to infiltrate the fox shifter's ears.
Her ears twitched, swiveling and prompting her eyes to shortly forward. Confusion breached her countenance as she slowly began following the soft whimpering. Gradually, it grew louder, each step carrying her closer as her eyes searched... until she discovered the source. Nestled beneath the branches of a low-bearing hedge was a small, floppy-eared dog with a black, brown and white pelt; a beagle.
"Oh, hello little guy," the shifter spoke softly.
Slowly, she knelt beside the bush, gazing at the small pup. The whimpers proceeded, the creature clearly frightened by the tall woman who discovered it. Alas, she extended her hand, eyes locked on the pup.
"Hey, I won't hurt you, it's okay," her voice stayed gentle and levelled.
As a shifter, Nyla possessed a tongue capable of speaking to animals. Thus, the flash of understanding in the creatures eyes was natural, yet, the pair stood. A new silence arrived as Nyla waited, motionless, but hand extended in greeting to allow the pup the chance to smell her hand.
Zephyr had left late, he hadnt meant to. In fact for a change, he was ready to go on time, or so he thought. But a last minute emergency Repair Order came in. Requests he could put off. Official Orders, he had to finish quickly, more so if they were issued with a Code Damocles, meaning the item was needed for a high rank Hunt that was imperative.
He had affected the repairs, and deciding against taking a cab or running in human form, he had used his storage charm to hold his clothes as he shifted into his dire Wolf form, and bolted across the TRS HQ grounds, to meet up with Nyla.
While he still didnt quite understand WHY he felt as he did, he had at least, finally, come to understand WHAT he felt. Although it had taken Roland literally throwing him down an open elevator shaft in frustration to drive the point home.
Zephyr caught Nyla's scent, he was sure he could have picked her out of a sea of people, if need be, he knew her scent so well by now. He veered towards her direction, pausing just long enough to shift back to human form his charm putting his clothing back on him as he did.
He came up from her side, knowing not to come up behind her, and made sure his scent was being blown towards her by the wind.
Mind thoroughly distracted with the discovered beagle pup, Nyla failed to notice Zephyr's late arrival. Rather, her mind was transfixed with attempting to befriend the small, floppy-eared dog. Beneath the bushes, the canine shuffled, large eyes staring up at her, as though attempting to discern whether she was trustworthy. The young fox-shifter maintained a neutral expression as she steadily crouched in front of the bush. The woman's turquoise eyes watched the young beagle, meanwhile, her ears steadily twitched atop her head.
Though her focused resulted in her failing to notice the scuffling around her. They observed the first tentative steps of the young pup. Hesitantly, it moved towards her, preparing to sniff her hand. Yet, before it drew close enough, the beagle cowered back abruptly, returning to the bush it hid beneath. Confusion flickered in the young woman's eyes. Her ears flicked, detecting the soft footsteps closing in and the familiar voice beside her. The blonde's head turned, turquoise hues noticing the black-haired man she planned on meeting, Zephyr.
"It's a beagle, the little guy is really scared," she explained quietly. "It was almost out when you came over, but I think it gets scared easy."
A soft sigh left her lips as she looked back to the cowering dog, however, memories returned to her. Inside the male shifter's laboratory was a st. bernard that occasionally visited.
"Any suggestions? You do get visits from that st. bernard," she asked.
A neutral expression mingled with soft concern played across her countenance. The beagle's condition was difficult to decipher and her primary worries consisted of the creature being harmed on its venture outside.
Zephyr blinked. He had always had a soft spot for animals, not just because he was a shifter, but because animals were innocent, pure. They did not betray, they did not lie, they did not cause harm solely for the sake of harm. And more importantly, they did not understand why others did these things to them.
The greatest weapon, and weakness of the Dire Wolf shifters, was their natural instinct to protect the weak and helpless, and Zephyrs own past, made this instinct all the stronger. He reached up to his charm, and spoke a single command word. In moments a small bag smelling strongly of dried meat had materialized in his hand. He withdrew one of the homemade dried jerky dog treats, which he had made himself. They were actually better than the Hunter Rations he had created some time back.
He knelt and held one out towards the pup. His normally hard, uncaring default expression turning soft, and warm.
"Come little one, you are safe with us. We will feed you, and keep you warm." his voice, normally stiff and a little rough, even around Nyla, was soft and gentle. Dire Shifters were not the most common, but they were common enough to be preferred as nannies and child care workers, because of their natural inclination towards the care and protection of young, even those of other species.
The blonde shifter's turquoise eyes shifted between the beagle trembling beneath the bush and Zephyr. After discovering the poor little dog hiding beneath the bush, Nyla prayed they could aid the skittish dog. A soft 'hmm' escaped her lips as her gaze returned to the little creature hiding under the many branches. Despite her efforts in getting the beagle out, it was undoubtedly difficult given the canine's easily frightened nature. The fox shifter kept herself low to the ground, gazing at the dog and sniffing the air.
Despite the beagle's present location beneath the wavering branches, the huntress' keen sense of smell would allow her to discover anything amiss. From what her nose could capture, there were no injuries, but rather a thick coat of putrid grime across the beagle's pelt. Yet, as a more delightful scent wafted into her nostrils, her gaze hastily shifted back to her fellow shifter. Shortly, a broad smile lit her countenance brighter than a firecracker. As she expected, the dark-haired shifter had plans to assist the situation which consisted of a delicious little treat.
"Good idea, Zephyr," she praised quietly.
Her gaze shifted back to the beagle as Zephyr offered the jerky. Her delicate ears detected a subtle whine as the dog's nose picked up the delectable food being held by the dark-haired man.
"It will be alright, we'll help you," she coaxed softly.
The beagle remained beneath the bush, its large eyes staring between her and Zephyr. Tentatively, it began moving closer, approaching the dark-haired man holding the jerky. Gradually, its mouth reached for the jerky, gently trying to take the food while not getting too close.
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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.
