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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Benevolence would be his specialty should it be a taught class. Displaying kindness through his actions was common for Clyde, the man being readily available to offer his assistance whenever possible. It was simply the method the lycanthrope chose to live he life; he preferred to show goodwill rather than callously shove those who needed help away; he struggled to say no when somebody required assistance. Helping others brought a warm sensation to the man's heart alongside the comfort of knowing he helping somebody accomplish their dreams or avoid the harsh world they could have fallen into. Unfortunately, this resulted in the doctor's joining of the Assembly of Phantoms, a secret he kept quiet to proceed with assisting the weaker members who were not given medical treatment; someone needed to help. However, the redhead's devotion to benevolence resulted in him discovering Axel and bringing him home for the medical treatment he needed.
The lycanthrope proceeded to assist, offering a small nod when Axel asked about where the washroom is. Slowly, he led the hellhound to where the closest bathroom was, opening the door to reveal the small room.
"This would be your washroom," there was a pause as the lycanthrope thought. "I may see if I can find you a walker. I have a few useful tools in the basement, and at least with that, you can move around as you need."
While Clyde was never opposed to assisting is patients, providing Axel with something to walk with would allow his guest to visit the washroom without worries of being watched. The last thing he desired was to make his company uncomfortable by constantly being required to watch over him through all affairs. There was a pause as the redhead allowed the hellhound to look over the small washroom which possessed a tub, toilet and sink for his convenience. There were rails implemented, obviously designed to assist with the movement for those who struggled with movement. Everything inside the washroom was well sterilized to avoid sickness contamination, evident by the potent smell.
There was a wide grin on Clyde’s face as his superior height allowed him to glance over the crowd with ease; people had reason to refer to him as a giant of sorts. These were the moments he could appreciate his height considering it proved useful whenever he was required to search for a specific person amidst a crowd of many. Constantly, his green eyes would flit around the area, excited to discover his blond friend. After receiving the message related to Alec arriving in Lorsette, his anticipation proceeded to increase. The frantic glancing made his excitement evident, the lycanthrope desiring to be retold the stories of the elf’s recent travels. After settling in Lorsette for many years, he no longer traversed the world to learn the newest wonders. Once he settled to assist the injured in Lorsette, he relied solely on the stories he could get from his friends who travelled. There were times he missed the exhilarating life spent venturing Earth and making discoveries, but eventually, Lorsette became his home.
Perhaps time would arrive where he regretted his decision or settle or time would come where he would pack up and proceed on his adventures, however, he felt comfortable in his current surroundings. The search for Alec continued briefly until the lycanthrope's sensitive ears managed to hear his name, resulting in him turning to see his friend waving his hands wildly. A hearty chuckle escaped the doctor's throat from the display as he weaved through the crowd to get closer to the blond's location.
"Alec! It has been too long!" He began, louder than intended, but his voice promptly adjusted to an average volume. "How have you been? Oh! And how has the travelling been?"
The questions began naturally, Clyde being plenty prepared to listen about everything in Alec's recent explorations; partially for catching up and to taste a hint of adventure. There was hope Lorsette could capture his friend's interest for an extended period of time, especially considering the redhead seldom received visits from his fellow travellers. While being planted in a single area proved to be beneficial for meeting one another, these visits were frequently brief or interrupted for new adventures. Maintaining sturdy connections with wanderers appeared to be quite difficult under most circumstances considering their tendency to leave for new adventures, but he hoped for his relationship with Alec to remain strong. His former student and current friend proved to be excellent company, and the redhead prayed they had not separated throughout the years. After a few moments, Clyde gestured for Alec to follow so they could head out of the airport.
[attr="class","game"] 457 words for @alec Sorry if this is not great!
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Sun shined down on Lorsette, displaying a glorious day for the Newfoundland city. There was something about the pleasant weather which suggested the entire day would possess happiness, evident by the events which would occur today. A broad grin touched Clyde's lips as he drove down the streets towards the airport. Years ago he met his friend and student, one of the many he taught during his travels throughout the world. Despite the distances they travelled, the pair managed to maintain contact and proceeded to enjoy each other's company. Now arrived the day where Alec planned to visit Lorsette, which brought anticipation to the lycanthrope as he continued down the numerous roads of Lorsette. After settling in the Canadian city, Clyde prayed a day would arrive where his dear friend would venture out to visit him; despite the dangerous occurrences which were frequent in Lorsette. While threats lurked around every corner, the lycanthrope was determined to protect his friend from peril should it arrive.
Eventually, Clyde reached the parking lot of the airport, where he selected a space before exiting the car to head inside the rather large airport. As usual, the doctor wore attire which leaned more towards the formal side, making it obvious his preference in clothing had not changed. He wore a white dress shirt with a dark coloured vest and simple black dress pants. A tie drifted down from his neck, the end being hidden beneath the vest he chose for the occasion. The common pair of thin-lensed glasses remained perched on his nose alongside the bracelet which tamed his lycanthrope transformation. While hundreds of years were spent adjusting to the forceful conversion of species, Clyde remained inept in controlling the various powers of a lycanthrope. There were times he worried the severe lacking in control would result in somebody being injured, thus his fear causing a heavy reliance on the beaded charm around his wrist. Gradually, each step carried the doctor closer to the airport, his expression still sporting joviality the closer he grew.
Slowly, he pushed through the heavy doors of the establishment and entered the fray of people entering and exiting the airport. While the crowds were fairly large, navigation was easy for the massive lycanthrope who most individuals avoided; his imposing frame made numerous people believe bumping into him could potentially hurt. Luggage and people passed in groups while others spoke with the desks or sat in the waiting station while people boarded off the flight. A glance towards the overhead signs allowed for Clyde to smoothly discover where those exiting the flight would be escorted. There was a steady increase to the redhead's excitement as he hastily walked towards his destination in search of his friend, Alec.
There were times Clyde was informed he was fair too benevolent for his own good, but the lycanthrope adored witnessing the jovial faces caused by his assistance. It brought an intense warmth to his heart and a broad grin to his own face. Helping others was something he desired to do because of the pleasant feeling that accompanied it. There were always opportunities to assist himself once the person in question received proper care; even if he managed to run out of food, he could simply make himself more. The delight he provided his patient fuel the broad grin on Clyde’s face. Astonishment touched the redhead’s features at the compliment Axel provided him. He referred to him as an angel, one of the heavenly creatures which hailed the goddess Akari. Nobody necessarily referred to him as an angel, but rather a benevolent person who risked being manipulated as a result. There was further surprise when Axel referred to him as some kind of god. The lycanthrope never thought of himself as a god, which resulted in him being flattered over receiving the prestigious compliment, although, he felt it was unwarranted; he was merely a benevolent man attempting to assist the less fortunate.
There were moments where gods were proven to be rather callous and violent, evident by the war which occurred thousands of years ago between Akari and Volos. Instead of mentioning notion, Clyde provided a smile accompanied by a small chuckle over the notion of being declared a god; it appeared the best method to react which would not perturb or cause guilt. The comment was obviously designed to be a compliment, thus the lycanthrope appreciated it as one. At the mentioning of walking, Clyde smoothly transitioned the tray to his left hand, balancing with ease; during his travels across the world, he temporarily worked as a waiter. An arm was wrapped around Axel when he slid from the comfort of the bed, the redhead providing addition balance to allow the hellhound to walk.
"It is not a problem at all! I placed myself in charge of taking care of you, which means this is all part of the job," Clyde responded cheerfully to the thanks. "Besides, this will help you get better."
Gradually, the lycanthrope began leading his patient from the spare bedroom into the cottage hallway which lead to the living room alongside the kitchen. A formal tour could be given once both hands were free and perhaps after consuming some delightful lunch for himself. The kitchen and the living room neighboured one another, a counter being placed between them with a gap to allow viewing into the living room. There was gratitude expressed by the hellhound, bringing a broad grin to Clyde's face as he proceeded to lead him through the living room.
"Anywhere certain your curious about?" Clyde inquired.
The question was specifically asked in case Axel wanted further directions or assistance to a specific area to enjoy himself while Clyde indulged himself in lunch. He needed to keep his patient entertained after all since he was both of the doctor and the nurse.
Throughout his life, Clyde had taught various people different sets of skills; after living for 700 years there were plenty of things he could teach. Passing off skills was something special and time-consuming, but genuinely rewarding when the other individual could walk away with newly acquired knowledge. The simple offer would be a pleasant distraction while Axel healed and appeared to be something they were excited to learn. The hellhound’s excitement caused the lycanthrope to chuckle in amusement as a soft grin touched his lips. There was nothing better than providing an excellent activity for his patient to enjoy, furthermore, it was productive to assuring Axel could perhaps have opportunities in the future. While the doctor primary objective was to bring the hellhound to a state of pristine health, he desired to assist with the current state of life he presumed the man was confined to. Any skills could possibly assist in providing the young hellhound a better life and hopefully one away from the vicious streets. The lycanthrope nodded to answer the first question, a soft chuckle leaving his throat as Axel proceeded to believe everything to be fantasy; clearly, nobody offered him much. The pinching was met with another soft laugh as Clyde watched Axel’s reaction to what was happening.
The intense excitement the dark-haired man displayed in regards to being granted the opportunity for cooking lessons was pleasant. It reassured Clyde that he discovered an activity for his patient to enjoy. There was nothing better than finding a productive activity to teach an excited student. The discussions promptly shifted to notions of when the class would begin, the redhead providing a warm smile throughout the ramble. A moment was taken for consideration, the lycanthrope pondering when they could begin these lessons.
“Perhaps later would be best,” he stated with a grin. “There are still leftovers from the stew I can eat up first. Plus, it will give you time to think of something you would like to cook,” Clyde suggested.
There was a limited amount of foods Clyde would avoid eating, thus allowing Axel to decide appeared to be the better option. The lycanthrope was mostly hoping the time would ample enough for Axel to arrive at a conclusion. Carefully, the redhead adjusted his glasses, lifting his wrist to check the time displayed on the small watch. He should start eating his lunch then perhaps he should call work and check if he could get a few days off to assist his patients in settling in. Once Axel was capable of handling himself for a few hours, then work could recommence. Slowly, the lycanthrope walked over to gather the assortment of items, stacking them gracefully onto the tray. A broad grin was given to Axel as Clyde straightened, holding the tray.
“Speaking of which, I should go eat. If you would like, feel free to look around the house to familiarize yourself, or you can come to sit with me,” Clyde offered in a friendly manner. “If you are up to walk of course.”
A soft grin touched the lycanthrope’s face as he awaited Axel’s answer. The redhead was plenty prepared to balance the tray on a single of his large hands to assist the man in walking out of the room. Confining him into the room would not assist in entertaining the patient of course. There was a pause when the man mentioned sleeping arrangement, Clyde's eyes widening when Axel stated sleeping inside opposed to the kindly offered room.
"There is no need for that!" Clyde exclaimed hastily. "You're staying right here at least until you're in pristine health. If you wish to stay longer, I have nothing against."
There was a broad grin on the redhead's face at his offer, the notion of having company resulting in a momentary fantasizing. The splendid idea of having somebody around to converse with and share skills sounded absolutely incredible. After leaving for his journey and later settling in Lorsette, the cottage became a frightful type of lonesome. Plants lived in their green house, but lacked communication ability, leaving the hospital and city as the few moments he gained social interaction. The lonesome was the worse piece of independence, thus the lycanthrope fancied the idea of a roommate, even if it would merely be temporary.
There was a brief pause before Clyde had returned to the room, the seductive remarks from Axel maintaining a deep red on his cheeks. While he stood, his green eyes staring at the closed door as his heart rapidly pounded in his chest. Each palpitation felt as though his heart was attempting to escape his chest cavity. The entirety of his face was red, his limited facial hair resulting in a massive canvas painted in red. His cheeks, the bridge of his nose and some other sections of his face maintained this deep colour, making it obvious the lycanthrope was still flustered from the remarks. Admittedly, Clyde had never participated in naughtier activities, thus the concept caused his heart to race wildly. These were notions he imagined himself only talking about in an entirely professional manner; not in flirtatious banter. The thought of somebody attempting to earn his favour in a seductive manner is what made Clyde’s emotions go wild. Thus, the lycanthrope took a few moments, allowing himself to calm a few moments before skillfully balancing a tray with one of his massive hands and turning the gold painted knob to the bedroom.
A broad grin touched his lips when he returned, finding his chatty patient waiting for the food delivery, Axel even providing a kindly greeting, the compliment already resulting in the return of a faint blush. Only on rare occasions could he receive those types of kind remarks from another individual, making him unacquainted with the notion. Secretly, the lycanthrope enjoyed the sweetly stated words of the hellhound; it was surprisingly endearing to be given a compliment on occasion. While Clyde entered the room, he attempted to maintain an air of calmness, although, he was nervously waiting for the next flirtatious remark from the hellhound. Carefully, everything was set onto the small fold-out table, including the room temperature water which his patient agreed was a preference because of his species discretions with cold. As he settled everything on the table, he flashed a pleasant smile at Axel in return, believing his facade of happiness entirely. Being a rather naive man, Clyde was easily fooled by masked expression and never became the wiser to an attempt to hide true emotions.
After everything was properly set onto the table, the redhead took a few steps backwards, the blush on his face finally fading. The display during the first meal suggested the possibility of mess reaching Clyde should he remain close while Axel consumed his food. With arms folded behind his back, the lycanthrope continued smiling while he waited to witness Axel devour the contents on the tray.
“You’re welcome. I hope you enjoy,” Clyde responded politely.
Quietly, the redhead watched Axel’s ardent approach to devouring the meal. The hellhound seemed unable to cease the hasty devouring of the tray’s contents, although, this was to Clyde’s delight. When he found the hellhound, he was malnourished and definitely required some proper home cooking to promote a healthier lifestyle. A soft chuckle escaped the lycanthrope’s mouth as he proceeded to smile at Axel, gleeful once the food was eaten. Watching the young man eat was rather amusing, especially considering the gluttonous manner in which he consumed the food on his plate. When a compliment towards his cooking was stated, Clyde’s eyes widened in surprise. There was a limited amount of people who would provide him with a positive remark about his cooking, most finding the meals he made to be rather average. Unfortunately, the redhead was void of smiles from the following remark about cooking and appliances. While the lycanthrope suspected homelessness on account of where he found Axel, he prayed the notion was incorrect.
“Thank-you… and I hope one day you are able to cook for yourself,” Clyde paused, a gentle smile touching his face. “I could teach you if you like.”
While the lycanthrope hardly considered himself influential in the cooking world, he could perhaps teach the young man to cook. The idea seemed like an excellent hobby to teach Axel to preoccupy him during his healing process. There were other plans Clyde desired to establish, specifically card and board games and perhaps some puzzles to give the hellhound some entertainment that was mentally stimulating. A wide smile remained on Clyde’s face as he thought about the numerous things he could do to provide Axel with entertainment.
There was a broad grin on Clyde's face as he offered Axel additional food. The sight of the hellhound’s tail rapidly wagging, thumping against the wooden headboard was an amusing sight. It was absolutely delightful and it warmed the lycanthrope's heart that somebody was extremely excited over their cooking. The cooking skills Clyde possesses were adequate for pleasant homemade dishes, but he admittedly felt it was full compared to the flavours of restaurant cooked cuisines. While he wished to improve his skills, Clyde’s abilities in the kitchen remained average due to the constant distraction of work. Being called in abruptly and working long hours oftentimes resulted in the redhead being unable to improve his cooking prowess. At this moment, however, Clyde could feel flattered over the intense desire Axel held for more. Pleasing his patient with merely good food was a pleasantry to the doctor, considering it was something simple and not demanding. There had been other patients who would be rather uncooperative should they not received everything they desired. Those types of patients were oftentimes the sort expecting luxury in even health care.
The inquiry towards receiving more food was met with light-hearted chuckles from Clyde. The hellhound’s apparent affinity for food was rather endearing to the lycanthrope, although, he considered himself bias on account of the limited audience searching for his cooking.
“Of course you can have more! I can fetch you some more water as well, you must be quite dehydrated being on the streets,” Clyde states cheerfully, a broad, toothy grin plastered on his face. “Room temperature water is better for you, yes? From what I have noticed, I believe you are a hellhound, although, please correct me if I am mistaken.”
The initial meeting provided the doctor with a clue to Axel’s species, which were the small sparks of flame. Then to further the suspicion, the stranger was displaying traits of an animal-based species considering the ears. When the pleading continued to the offering of doing anything to receive food, the lycanthrope flashed a benevolent smile before shaking his head, no. The patient he decided to treat without verbal permission should not be required to accomplish any tasks in order to be rewarded with more food. The stranger needed to focus on recovering after all, not receiving their next meal.
“All I want you to do is focus on getting better. You shouldn’t have to do anything to get more food,” Clyde answered kindly.
At the mentioning of a dog-like scent, Clyde furrowed a brow before glancing down towards his clothes. The attire he wore was freshly cleaned, thus the scent of dog enriching it seemed improbable. There was a pause as the redhead thought, his mind shortly reaching the answer as a hearty chuckle escaped his mouth. He supposed it was himself wreaking with the scent of dog given the species that was forced upon him hundreds of years ago.
“Well then you may just be smelling me then,” he began, a slight laugh in his voice. “I’m a lycanthrope, thus why I may have a similar scent to a dog.”
The cups and plate were placed onto the tray before the lycanthrope lifted it, taking a few steps away. Naturally, his improved sense of hearing carried Axel’s offer to the doctor’s ears, his cheeks shortly turning a deep red in response as he glanced back. A quick shake of the head was given as a response, no, Clyde becoming too bashful to speak for a moment. Afterwards, he left the room to refill Axel’s bowl with stew and the cup with some room temperature water. Another bun was placed on the side, the redhead attempting to make certain the gluttonous hellhound would be filled soon. Once everything was gathered, Clyde returned to the room with a tray filled with food, setting it onto the table for consumption.
There was a certain delight that Clyde could always discover in names, the naive lycanthrope being unaware of other implications; he merely fixated on the pleasant ring of Axel's name. It sounded excellent, prompting Clyde to provide his patient with a warm grin as he enjoyed his peculiar company. Despite the rocky and libidinous beginning to their interaction, a calmness had encompassed the large man after the possibility of inappropriate actions were dispelled, although, Clyde hoped they would not return. While this man was attractively small, he could only imagine the embarrassment he would feel being launched into that type of situation. The provided response was rewarding, his patience's toothy grin and difficulty in answering amusing the lycanthrope. There were no expectations for a compliment to be returned which resulted in surprise flashing across his expression. Shortly, it dissipated into a large grin as a hearty laugh rumbled in his throat because of the attempt for a polite response.
A majority stated his name was fitting on account of his rather massive form, although, those thoughts always arrived with surprised to Clyde's gentle nature. After being around for seven-hundred years, the lycanthrope had gotten adjusted to the similar compliments to his name.
"I understand," he responded, still grinning broadly. "I've heard the remark enough times to know."
When Clyde returned with the delectable bowl of stew, he was over-zealous to find his excited patient perched in bed awaiting the delivery of his food. A soft laugh escaped the lycanthrope as he settled the tray onto the table, before backing away to allow his patient to begin eating. The thanks were answered with a nod of acknowledgement, the large man content he could bring happiness to Axel. It always amazed Clyde how small things like food could bring an immense happiness to somebody, thus he enjoyed giving the food to his patient. Immediately, thoughts began whirling about other methods to assure the hellhound's comfort and happiness while he remained in his care. Witnessing large smiles on the faces of those who required medical assistance always made the doctor's days happy; it was the reason he placed effort into conversing with his any patients who appeared lonely before heading on his way. There were times he left an hour earlier for work to provide some with a pleasant conversation over a warm brew of tea.
Eventually, his thoughts were disturbed by the surprising sight of the small man hastily scarfing down every morsel of food. The lycanthrope watched with wide-eyes, unable to process how quick Axel could devour the meal. Despite the sloppy and mannerless method of consumption, mess was limited as he wolfed down eat bite of the freshly made food. Merely watching the hellhound gave Clyde the suspicion that the unfortunate man rarely received the pleasant curtesy of a well-made meal. An astonished lycanthrope continued the stare as Axel provided a sheepish laugh accompanied by an apology. After a few moments of staring, another chuckle arrived from the doctor as he provided his patient with a warm grin.
"I am just amazed you can eat that quickly," he stated, moving closer to stack the bowls. "Would you like some more? After that display, I am guessing you have a bigger appetite than I thought."
There was something peculiarly heart-warming when he watched somebody devour the provided meal with a frightening haste. Normally, patients would feebly shovel food into their mouths during his shifts at the hospital, but this young man appeared to be an interesting contrast to the group. While Clyde was already slow to anger, he found it especially difficult to be mad when Axel somehow managed to avoid creating a large mess during the consumption of the food. Slowly, the doctor made certain everything was on the tray before standing up fully with the tray steadied on one of his massive hands. The mentioning of a dog made the lycanthrope raise a brow in surprise.
"Dog? What dog?" He began, confused by the question.
The redhead has never owned a dog nor had his thoughts strayed towards the possibility of pets; despite this, he could always enjoy the brief company of animals. Considering his shifts at the hospital, the lycanthrope was hesitant to take animals under his care. There were entire nights where he would be working in the hospital, his charm keeping the inner beast tamed through magical enforcement. Although, Clyde was unaware that the hellhound had detected his scent and noticed the hints of canine odour that coated him.
There were hints of red evident in Clyde’s face from the remarks the stranger made. The shamelessness held by the youthful hellhound was unexpected, the lycanthrope finding difficulties in replying to the dirty comments. It was becoming apparent what the stranger’s occupation was, although, questionable when it arrived at whether or not it was chosen. With ease, Clyde hoisted the hellhound to his feet, guiding him towards the comfortable safety of the bed. There was a mild relief once he settled the stranger amidst the soft blankets, tension easing once he became successful. The words the mysterious man stated while he assisted him into the bed resulted in blood rushing towards his cheeks, increasing the shade of red a few hues deeper. These vaguely inappropriate notions always resulted in a deep blossoming of red across the large man's face, his eyes bashfully fleeting away from the stranger. While he understood there were individuals who required to do those favours for a living, he never thought about the possibility of meeting one.
Admittedly, the description the hellhound provided resulted in Clyde feeling a pang of pity for the young man. The concept of ruthless men merely tossing him onto the street without providing proper payment left an ill feeling in the redhead's stomach. There appeared to be little compassion in the hearts of some individuals, which was something the lycanthrope prayed would change.
"Well, I would like to assist you in feeling better," he stated, genuineness in his voice. "I think everybody should be granted a chance at proper health."
There was benevolence behind each action, Clyde retrieving the glass from the bedside table with a cheerful grin. A pleasant warmth arrived to his heart as the bespectacled man glanced towards his patient, noticing the smile on his face. For the lycanthrope, merely witnessing the spectacle brought certainty that he was assisting the unfortunate young man. Names were exchanged, a common courtesy among people. Joy touched the large man's features as he became pleased over obtaining the name of his current guest.
"I think it is a perfectly fine name," he politely commented, a soft chuckle escaping his throat.
Despite the subtly of the noise, the delicate hearing of the lycanthrope managed to detect the rumbling of his guest's stomach while he appeared to perk up at the mere mentioning of food. The sudden excitement over a meal was frightening in a manner since it provided the answer for Axel's thin body. Without the proper nutrition, anybody could be condemned to poor health similar to this poor hellhound he brought home! The kindly doctor nodded to the questions, promptly exiting with the cup in hand. He turned down the hallway, returning to the small kitchen where he grabbed a tray. A bowl alongside some utensils were placed onto the metallic surface. The ceramic bowl was filled with warm stew, the delightful scent wafting towards his nostrils. A fresh glass of water was given a position on the tray, the lycanthrope even provided a whole-wheat bun for his patient to munch on. Once the gathering was completed, he slowly returned to the bedroom, balancing the tray on one of his massive hands. When he entered the room, a wide grin remained on his face.
The tray was placed onto the bedside table, the lycanthrope grabbing folded table from the foot of the bed. While he returned to his patient's bedside, he unfolded the plastic table and held the intention of moving the tray to it instead.
There was concern written across Clyde's entire countenance as he entered the bedroom and discovered his patient on the floor. Assisting his unfortunate patient was a necessity, thus why the lycanthrope hastily moved to assist the stranger. The innocent intent allowed him to hear the small man's comment about the pain. In response, Clyde innocently raised an eyebrow, wondering exactly what the dark-haired stranger could mean. The doctor pushed his glasses up with his index finger while he curiously gazed at his patient; how did he inflict pain? A thought shortly occurred to Clyde as he shock touched his face at the thought of administering his medical techniques could have accidentally resulted in his patient feeling these pains! He was large, and despite the arrival of the new moon, the lycanthrope retained an incredible amount of strength from his bulky muscle mass.
"Did I... did I harm you when I was helping you? I apologize, it was completely unintentional!" The large man responded.
Unfortunately, he remained unaware of the libidinous presumptions the stranger was holding because of his recent associations; even the sexual flirting from prior failed to make the realization arrived. There was always a naive nature to Clyde, oftentimes resulted in naughtier affairs rarely gracing the presence of his intellectual mind. The desire to help this stranger was dominating the lycanthrope's mind as he kept his hand extended, offering to assist the young man back into the comfortable bed. Silently, his eyes scrutinized the small form, noticing his particularly thin stature (especially in comparison to Clyde's bulky frame), his mind even remembering the faded scratched he noticed when cleaning the man's skin. Based on his overal physical condition, the doctor could only imagine the hell the stranger survived through; and yet, Clyde had seen worse at Lorsette General Hospital.
There was a pause, Clyde listening to the stranger's questions, his brow lifting in confusion. For a few more moments, his innocence warded away those dirtier thoughts until finally, the lycanthrope remembered the flirtatious comments he received upon meeting the man. Instantly, the larger man's face was engulfed in red as he bashfully glanced away, his thoughts muddled by such concepts.
"N-no! It is nothing like that," he insisted. "You were hurt, I couldn't leave you in that alleyway!"
The lycanthrope explained hastily, his words exploding from his mouth faster than expected. A delicate hand was shortly in his large palm, Clyde assisting the young man to his feet. The redness remained on the doctor's face as he continued assisting his newest patient towards the comfortable bed.
"I merely wished to assist you, I promise," he responded sheepishly. "I am Clyde by the way. Now, you get settled and I will go fetch you some food."
A sheepish grin crawled onto the large man's face, embarrassment still evident by the sheer redness of his complexion. The lycanthrope took a moment to glance around the room, noticing the empty glass; he could get the stranger come more water too. All Clyde desired to do was assist this man after all.
The pleasant scent of stew boiling in the kitchen consumed Clyde as he gleefully continued cooking for the newest guest within his quaint cottage. There were already thoughts taken towards how he could possible obtain suitable clothing alongside a possible diet to restore the young man's health. Admittedly, the doctor's intense innocence towards the world was consuming him as he fantasized assisted his guest to perfect health so he could enjoy world in pristine condition. A few more spices alongside some vegetables to mix into the broth with the meat. The scent travelled through the house, Clyde grinning with content as he continued his cooking, the once boring pot now festering with numerous delights. As the temperature rose and the stirring ceased momentarily, he poured a ladle full into a porcelain bowl. A spoon was grabbed from the nearby drawer, the man tasting his creation to make certain it was adequate for his healing guest. The taste covered his mouth, Clyde nodding to himself with approval for his latest dish.
Slowly, his large hand reached to decrease the stove's temperature while he waited for his guest to wake. A moment was spared to begin the necessary laundry, the washing machine beginning to fill with water while he dumped the soap and clothing into the large mouth. Afterwards, the lid was closed and the home continued to bustle with activity. The lycanthrope exited the laundry room, his hearing hindered by the noises of the washing machine. Everything appeared to be progressing with marvellous smoothness, resulting in the smile remaining stretched across the doctor's face. When he returned to the kitchen, the vague sounds of whimpering finally reached his powerful ears. Immediately, his eyes widened as the lycanthrope hastily crossed his quaint home and entered the guest bedroom. The door swung open with force, smacking loudly into the door stop as Clyde began analyzing the room. On the bedside table was a drained glass, the bed itself now empty and the patient sprawled onto the unforgiving floor.
Concern touched the redhead's face as he approached, reaching out to assist his poor patient. How could he carelessly leave them defenceless?! The action was sinful considering the young man's poor state of health! Witnessing the young man sprawled on the floor made Clyde's heart sink into his stomach; he felt guilty. It consumed him despite his intentions being entirely benevolent towards the young man.
"Oh goodness! Are you alright?" Clyde began, inquiring about the man's well-being. "You should not be leaving your bed in this condition! It is dangerous to alone. If you require exercise I can be of assistance."
There were numerous prayers that the doctor would not fall victim to the crude language of his guest. Being offered... those types of favours only generated an awkwardness that was difficult to fend off. The only goal that Clyde possessed was assisting the unfortunate young man who became the victim of the side effects of homelessness. He desired to provide nourishment and a safe place to rest until the stranger discovered stability. The lycanthrope's numerous years spent on earth resulted in his naive desires to provide the best lives he could of those he encountered; familiarity being an unimportant matter.
"Let me help you into bed, then I can bring you something to eat. You could definitely use it," Clyde stated.
There was hope the offering of food could sway his patient into listening to his commands. Slowly, the lycanthrope reached towards the stranger, a friendly smile on his countenance; he merely wanted to help! There was nothing wrong in displaying kindness to an unfortunate stranger and assisting for a healthier lifestyle, right?
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The pleasant aroma of flowers surrounded the lycanthrope, his superior senses allowing for the scent to consume him. There was a peacefulness to his body language, the man grinning broadly as he remained surrounded by the wonderful plants. Despite the incredible acceleration of healing magic and human-created medicines, there remained individuals who sought natural curatives; Clyde being among the few who preferred the abilities of pills himself. There were desires to prescribe his patients the herbal remedies his botanist parents taught him, but the doctor always silenced himself and resigned to advise the complex names of various pills. Admittedly, he could never understand why certain individuals risked the numerous side effects that arrived with the prescribed medication; the list felt endless sometimes! There was a casual flitting to Clyde's gaze, his eyes fixating onto the wonderful flowers that surrounded them. Surprise caught his face from the sudden change of tone, the lycanthrope's eyes hastily returned to the individual who now possessed a more feminine voice.
A frown touched the doctor's face, the bloodstained history being unappealing to the man who rallied for peace and desired to mend the injuries of the wounded. Nobody deserved death in the form of weaponry or frightening monster's to the lycanthrope, his naive nature providing the impression. People deserved long lives and natural, peaceful deaths instead of loud clashes of swords, bangs of guns or the choking embrace of sickness. There was a softness that touched Clyde's eyes as he presumed the experience placed on the battlefield to be a negative one; spending his time in England during the Black Plague left him familiar with the withering and frightening circumstances of death. The final sentence, stating the disappointment in the condition of the battlefield resulted in Clyde lifting an eyebrow. Was it not excellent that life continued to strive despite the plights of thousands of years ago?
"I think it is magnificent myself," Clyde stated, voicing his opinion. "After the numerous skirmishes that resulted in the deaths of many, life decided to return to a once desolate place. It is extraordinary, the persistence of mother nature's will, or perhaps Enki should his powers continue coursing through the earth despite his slumber."
Shortly after the statement, a warm grin crossed Clyde's face as his eyes returned to the extensive field of flowers. A breeze passed through, the flowers bowing to its power as it grasped loose petals and carried them away in a gentle manner. When the stranger's tone unexpectantly shifted again, the lycanthrope's gaze shifted back towards them. There was curiosity glimmering in his eyes as he scrutinized the individual, allowing his interest in the individual's mystery to display across his face. A pause began before Clyde realized he failed to answer, his cheeks reddening as he glanced away in embarrassment; staring was considered rude!
"Indeed, which is why I decided to find herbs. A habit of old times I suppose," he chuckled warmly.
The teachings of his parents never died, even when he ventured into the foreign territory of Canada. While he occasionally required to message home in requests for certain herbs from England, Clyde still enjoyed the country and what it provided. A smile remained stretched across his face as he glanced towards the flowers to calm his earlier embarrassment.
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Helping a stranger was a necessity in Clyde's book, his naive demeanour oftentimes resulting in his outrageous kindness being taken advantage of. The lycanthrope's soft eyes continued flirting across the body of this unfortunate soul he discovered. Similar to clockwork, his superior senses managed to notice the distinct scent of hellhound amidst the intense stench of booze. He remained in a crouched position, being aware his large body type occasionally frightened others. Patiently, he awaited a respond with positive intentions supporting his benevolent actions. The mission was simple, lull the patient with trust before carefully transporting them to his cottage for proper treatment alongside some pleasantly warm food. There seemed to be a pause to Clyde as he stared, a grin stretching the corners of his lips upwards while worry subtly touched his vibrant green eyes. Suddenly, the stranger's crude assumptions shifted the doctor's entire expression.
Fair coloured skin developed a deep tint of red, Clyde's entire face being enveloped in red. Eye contact became impossible as the lycanthrope glanced away bashfully in surprise to the libidinous assumption. The stranger he desired to assist thought he was merely a dishevelled man searching to bed a vulnerable young man. There was only an instance of wonder towards the possibility of this individual failing to comprehend his words; he did smell of alcohol after all. There were scoffs and hiccups while his hand was nudged away, the man continued to speak in slurs while he accomplished the action. Each word resulted in Clyde's face tinting a darker shade of red in response. The offering was not tempting towards the lycanthrope but nonetheless embarrassed him immensely. He desired to assist without the exchange of sexual favours!
"Uhhh, umm. It-it's not like that! You look horrible and I just want to help," the large man sputtered out hastily.
The offering of the of the bracelet resulted in another series of shameless remarks, the hues of red on Clyde's face growing more radiant against his fair flesh. There were no naughty intentions that accompanied the offering of the wooden bead bracelet, the dull coloured spheres roped across a string merely being a useful magical item. The relaxing of the stranger's body was mildly soothing, proving the positive effects of the bracelet as it heated the poor individual. Afterwards was the vague offering of dirtier intentions, the lycanthrope being lost for words; everything he said could not convey the notion of his pure benevolence. When the stranger collapsed, Clyde jumped in surprise before leaning closer to analyze the body. It appeared the man's weak condition resulted in him fainting. Concern began breaching the lycanthrope's calm expression as he pulled the stranger closer.
Slowly, he wriggled off the black vest to cover the hellhound's nether regions before picking him up from the ground. Clothing could be washed, but a person could not recover without proper care and medicine! One of the lycanthrope's muscular arms kept a firm grip around the small man while the other fetched his phone from the depths of the dress pant's pocket. He dialled a several numbers, requesting the assistance of a friend while he continued walking to a more discernable location from the expansive streets of the outskirts. People passed by, their eyes curious towards the strange lycanthrope holding an unconscious boy in a horrible condition. Promptly, the vehicle arrived, the chariot to escort them into the cusp of the wilderness, where the trees just condensed and a home was placed. His friend provided a bewildered countenance, inquiries shortly following to which Clyde gave vague answers to avoid possible trouble for whisking this homeless man from the streets.
The drive home was extensive, but Clyde used the opportunity to analyze the young hellhound still cradled in his large arms. Slowly, the lycanthrope exited, walking towards his home and opening the door before gently closing it behind him. There were numerous tasks to accomplish to assist in the recovery of his visitor. The temperature regulation charm solved the coldness, but he required to clean the young man up, get him rested in a proper bed and provide a healthy dish to allow for proper recovery! Sorting out some possible medication to assist the healing process was another thought in Clyde's mind, the lycanthrope already thinking through his herbal medicines. First, he whisked the man towards the washroom to cleanse his grimy skin within the warm waters with a clean cloth. He settled the hellhound gently into the soapy water, making certain the temperature was proper before proceeding.
Once the dirt was cleaned, he managed to dry the unconscious young man before picking him up in large arms. A broad grin remained on Clyde's face as he continued working on the natural requirements of his occupation. The hellhound was settled onto the bed, the lycanthrope wrapping him in blankets, going the length to fetch a clean glass of water to place onto the bedside table. When there was a certainty to his company being settled comfortably, the doctor exited the room, softly closing the door before heading towards his bedroom to change. The dishevelled appearance was replaced with a cleaned up display, even going the length to switch to fresh clothing. Shortly, he ventured into the kitchen to gather water into a large pot with plans to make a dinner for his guest. Water was placed into the metallic container before he placed it onto the stove, heating it up while he assembled the ingredients to make a healthy soup.
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