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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Never did Nyla’s turquoise eyes stray to few the letters printed on the parchment, perhaps because they frequently glanced in the direction the perpetrator ran. Being a hunter for several years allowed the fox shifter to remember the end goal, which would be capturing the criminal. The cowardly action of fleeing the scene would be punished once Nyla and the stranger gathered the papers. The blonde’s ears twitched, nose taking in the scents around her, searching for the criminal’s scent. Even if the pursuit would have to wait until they have gathered the missing pages of the stranger's notebook, Nyla prayed she could catch the slightest scent. After providing the pages she gathered to the long-haired man, the fox shifter glanced around, eyes searching for papers. There appeared to be no more white pages littered on the busy, downtown sidewalk after Nyla gathered the remaining few. Shortly after giving the stranger his notebook pages, the man provided thanks, resulting in a broad smile stretching across her lips.
"Not a problem!" Nyla stated joyfully.
The large-breasted woman hardly realized the stranger's fixation on her chest, however, the man managed to keep it discreet. Even beneath her warm, red sweater, Nyla's large chest-size remained prominent. While the blonde was plenty familiar with those longing stares because of her attractive body, but she never enjoyed those glances, particularly where they turn lustful. Pages were returned to the notebook while the blonde's eyes searched for the criminal's path. When doubt about tracking down the man dampened thoughts, Nyla merely smiled.
"Imma shifter, so we have a few things going for us," Nyla explained happily.
When a direction was mentioned, Nyla turned her gaze to the east. Somewhere through the throng of moving bodies was a darkly dressed man who attacked the unfortunate stranger. When the purple-haired man walked east, the blonde promptly followed behind him. These taken steps brought them to an intersection, Nyla's turquoise eyes scanning the pathways as thoughts entered her mind. The curvy female's eyes locked with the direction leading to the outskirts, a location where criminals could easily hide from law enforcement.
"This way. A criminal would probably want to reach the outskirts quickly," Nyla stated in an insisting voice.
The woman turned right, walking through the group of people, eyes searching for the man's hiding place. Certainly, the criminal was unable to run forever, yet, the darkly clothed individual could be any species possible. Determination was evident in Nyla's eyes as she sought the dastardly individual.
Sunlight poured over the buildings, sidewalks and streets of Lorsette, manifesting a stupendous early autumn afternoon. Cloudless skies and a subtle warmth to the autumn weather dragged people from the confines of their home to enjoy the final days of pleasant weather before the bitter cold of winter arrived. Thus, the young, blonde TRS hunter was overzealous over the notion of having a day off during this beautiful autumn day. Nyla Korvich, a TRS hunter of unit one, hastily prepared for spending her afternoon out with a skip in her step. Blonde locks were tied back by a humble, red ribbon, Nyla quickly picking an outfit for her day out. A pair of black leggings and a large, red sweater was placed over a bland, white t-shirt. Promptly, the fox shifter snatched her wallet from the dresser and her phone from the bedside table, showing it into the large pocket of the overhead sweater. Once everything was prepared, Nyla hurried out of her bedroom and exited her home.
Hastily, she escaped the confines of her home, admiring her surroundings briefly before walking down the sidewalk. Through the buildings, Nyla weaved, using the sidewalks to navigate through Lorsette without any issue. Gradually, the blonde entered the downtown area, discovering many people in the area. Citizens of the city appeared to be enjoying the beautiful weather, thus people were everywhere. They weaved between one another, some chattering, others determined to reach their destination without being dettered from their route. A frown briefly graced Nyla's lips as thoughts entered her mind, ones manifested from those years spent working in the Terror Response Syndicate. Everywhere, the Assembly of Phantoms lurked, potentially being anybody merely walking down the street. They blended into the crowds, regular people with an altered point of view who wished to conquer and establish Zeredah's rule. The thought was always frightful to the young shifter, however, pinpointing where these members are was nearly impossible without potential leads to where they were or even who they are. The TRS wanted to claim victory, however, there would be difficulties.
A soft sigh drifted through Nyla's lips as she proceeded to weave down the sidewalks, slender hides hiding in her pockets. Recently, things were complicated in relation to her work as a TRS hunter, particularly the recent attack on the headquarters to damage the medical ward. Briefly, the blonde paused her steps, closing her eyes and sucking a breath into the depths of her lungs before slowly exhaling. A determined fire entered her turquoise eyes, the young woman deciding she would push those thoughts away until she returned home. She headed out for fun and perhaps some light shopping while she wandered the streets of Lorsette, not to ponder past incidents or frightful notions. Hunters would be on patrol, the allies she trusted, thus, she was free to enjoy a delightful fall afternoon. Once again, the shifter proceeded forward, a weak smile stretching onto pink lips while her gaze curiously wandered the streets. Before Nyla could truly begin admiring her day off, angry shouts echoed over the ongoing chatter around her. People parted around a section of sidewalk, a purple-haired man shouting as a man in black attacked before hastily running away.
Promptly after the individual dressed in black began running, the long-haired man pursued. Immediately, Nyla followed behind, shouldering her way through the crowd with concern evident on her countenance. A random attack in the middle of a crowded location was suspicious, thus despite this being her afternoon off, the shifter leaped into action. As she followed, she noticed the notebook slip from the man's grip, falling to the ground and scattering papers. The blonde halted her progress, hands covering her mouth as she watched the pages of notes scatter over the busy sidewalk. Without hesitation, she kneeled down and carefully began picking up the pieces of paper. She heard the man scream, her turquoise eyes glancing over at him before offering the stack she retrieved.
"Let's get this cleaned up first, okay? We can go find that jerk afterwards," she said in a surprisingly calm demeanour.
The situation suggested everybody should be panicked, especially considering the criminal escaped from the man's clutches, however, the shifter's keen senses allowed her to remain calm. If they discovered a single trace of the black-clothed individual's whereabouts, she could track the scent. Thoughts of assisting this young man whirled in her mind, thus she was determined to capture the villain who attacked him and drag them into the police station herself if she needed to. In a single moment, thoughts of a pleasant afternoon with no responsibilities was abandoned, the TRS hunter deciding the criminal who attacked this man required capturing.
The wind swirled around Nyla as she surveyed her surroundings, searching for the young girl she discovered amidst the mounds of snow. Tiny flakes of snow were flung hard against the blonde’s bare cheeks, stinging them from the sharp ice fragments sticking to the snowflakes. The hood flopped wildly in the wind, the shifter’s blonde hair tangling, only bound by the red ribbon tightly wrapped around her long locks. Carefully, her turquoise eyes skimmed through the snow mounts, abandoning warmth in a desperate hope of catching a glimpse of the young girl. Pleading thoughts entered her mind, Nyla desiring to assist the young child, especially since she had a softer heart for children. Furthermore, the lingering thoughts of her duties as a TRS hunter reminded her of how she was responsible for the young girl’s health in this situation. Despite her jobs being connected to unit one, she could never leave a mere child in the snow despite unit two and three’s efforts to gather endangered citizens and take them to the TRS headquarters. Either way, the shifter felt it was her responsibility to find the child and transfer her to the safety of headquarters. There were plenty of capable people there who could tend and protect the young girl, thus Nyla glanced around, determination flickering in her turquoise eyes.
After her call, the shifter's eyes locked on the young, dark-haired girl. Quickly, a smile lit Nyla's face despite the cold, the woman jogging over to the young girl. A slight calm transcended over the blonde as she closed the distance between them, evidently pleased to have found the child who she assisted. A large smile remained on her face as she received thanks for protecting the young girl.
"It's not a problem! Now, where are your parents? Do you know?" She inquired quietly.
Finding the parents of the young girl was Nyla's first priority, especially considering she could potentially tip off the other units where some individuals needed rescued from. Although, the shifter knew the young girl will be escorted to the TRS headquarters where she would be her safest and warmest. There was a softness to the blonde's face as she quietly awaited the answer, not minding the wind tousling her hair or the frightful cold fighting against her temperature regulating bracelet remotely.
✉ tag -- Zephyr Wolfe , @sibyl ✎ 385 words ※ Welcome back!
The wind howled over the battlefield, kicking up snow as the hunters steeled themselves to proceed in the fight. Gradually, Nyla began regaining her focus entirely, ears twitching as she shook her head back and forth. The shifter’s turquoise eyes locked onto the icy monster, watching her fellow hunters fight the horrifying creation of Zeredah. Hunters were fighting hard against their prey, efforts being placed towards the objective of taking down the terror attempting to ruin their lives. A sharp blow of wind sliced through the terror, a might yowl of pain echoing through the air as a hand was removed from the creature. In response to horrendous injury, the terror began gathering snow, likely preparing to bury the wind manipulator under a mound of snow. Hastily, Nyla rose to her pause, planning to sprint towards her fellow hunter to provide protection, but it was not necessary. There was a thunderous sound echoing amidst the snowy mess, light emanating as a bolt of lightning managed to hit the creature in the back.
The sudden electric blow was powerful, the female shifter being forced to glance away in response to the blinding light. When she could open her eyes, Nyla watched as the terror toppled to the ground, disintegrating into snowflakes which were caught in the howling winds of the blizzard. Silently, the blonde watched for a few moments before shaking her pelt, releasing flecks of snow from her hairs. There was a pause, hunters analyzing the field to assure there were no more enemies to battle currently. Finally, everybody eased, the other hunters returning to their positions on the hill, stating the hydro men could proceed to work on getting the power operational. Slowly, the fox shifter followed, finding herself a safe location to transform back, her large fox form disappearing as she turned back into a human. As her fur returned to skin, the clothing she wore returned to cover her body. She remained on her hands and knees before gradually standing her feet, a sigh escaping her lips as she stretched her sore muscles. There was a mild dishevelling to her blonde locks from the previous fight alongside some bruising from being shoved around by the creature.
Inquiries were exchanged in regards to everybody's well-being, the female shifter providing a small nod in response before her ears pricked and her eyes glanced around. There was somebody missing from the location, a survivor of the blizzard who she handed her spare temperature regulating bracelet. Promptly, Nyla sniffed the air, searching for the young girl's scent as her eyes scanned the snowy fields. A new objective was placed into her mind, to find the young girl and transport her back to the TRS headquarters where all citizens of Lorsette were expected to go. The shifter took a few small steps towards the scent, cupping her hands around her mouth.
"Hey, you over there?" Nyla called.
While the temperature regulation bracelet would definitely keep the young girl warm, the blonde worried about the possibility of her running into another one of those dastardly creatures. The TRS could only manage to reasonably cover a certain area of the city, making it possible those monsters could attack and succeed should they find her.
✉ tag @sibyl Zephyr Wolfe ✎ 540 words ※ It's all good! I have been a little slow this week.
Snow nipped at Nyla’s animal body as the wind howled and the sounds of combat steadily proceeded. The loud cracks from the sniper watching over the hydro men continued in the rhythmic procession until finally ceasing as the realization of bullets being useless currently. The wind manipulator kept the assault going, creating cuts along the thick, icy armour of the terror. Carefully, Nyla lowered her head, allowing the hunter’s feet to grace the ground before releasing him to be on his own feet. After gaining balance, the hunter separated from the shifter, each trying to avoid being a primary target for the snow-based terror. The sudden ring composed of snow arrived shortly afterwards, the fox shifter being pushed back as a result, shoulders digging into the deep snow while the pair of hunters were sent hurtling further. They would recover quickly, the wind manipulator quicker than the other who appeared to remain disoriented after nearly being smashed by the mighty paws of the beast.
After being thrown away by the pulse of snow, Nyla smoothly rolled onto her side, allowing for her paws to raise her from the cold ground. Once she returned to her paws, the fox shifter lowered herself, eyes narrowed on her target. Before she could move, the blonde sense the movements of the ground and subtle crunching of snow packing together. Her head lifted, glancing to a single side until her peripherals noticed the pillar of snow rising far above her head. The shifter's eyes widened, a brief gaze towards the terror making it evident the creature was controlling the movements of the snow. When she glanced back, the pillar suddenly toppled, the terror attempting to bury her beneath a mound of snow, similar to the unfortunate hydro workers who crossed the creature's path before the arrival of the hunters. There was no hesitation as Nyla leaped forward, travelling in a diagonal to the left while the pillar fell from behind, but the snow would never catch her. The superior speed from being shifted allowed Nyla to sprint ahead of the crashing snow with ease.
She arrived out of the danger zone, the shifter turned, allowing her paws to skid against the snow until she stopped, clear of the pillar. The blonde's turquoise eyes fixated as the terror turned to face her, but Nyla provided the despicable and evil creature with no chance to formulate another plan. While her remaining teammates recovered, the fox shifter rushed the beast, her extreme speed carrying her across the snow within seconds. Bullets of snow were shot her way, but the blonde weaved through, only risking a few minor injuries from being nicked by the launched snow. When in range, the huntress launched herself towards her prey, paws hitting the creature's shoulders and forcing it to land hard onto its back. There was no hesitation as Nyla brought her front paws up, raking the terror's stomach with her large claws, the shifter's enhanced strength allowing her to tear through the icy armour. The snowy monster screeched in pain before creating a large, flat surface of snow and ice aimed directly at the shifter.
There was a shout of warning from somewhere, perhaps her fellow hunters, but Nyla failed to heed the call in ample time. The wall barrelled into her, a cold and painful experience as she was thrown off the terror and back into the deep snow, partially burried. Fortunately, the terror could not gain the opportunity for a follow-up attack as the wind manipulator and the hunter she rescued, who appeared to be an electric dragon began increasing their efforts in fighting the terror. Time was bided for recover, Nyla slowly easing herself into a proper laying position while she shaked her head. It was evident the task would not be easily handled on account of the terror's capabilities in manipulating snow, especially considering the blizzard which continued to rage on and would likely proceed to for hours.
✉ @sibyl & Zephyr Wolfe ✎ 660 words ※ It's still fiiiiight night. If you want the other hunters to defeat the terror now, feel free to have it happen~!
Gloved hands cautiously dipped into the snow, uncovering the bodies hidden beneath the white. As more was uncovered, Nyla alongside her partnered hunter would tug the body over to where the trio laid. Wind proceeded to howl loudly as they worked, the hunters guarding and investigating while the hydro men worked on repairing the pole. Each accomplished their objectives with efficiency, as expected of the professional workers. Throughout the uncovering, the blonde kept her ears pricked and her senses sharp. They subtly twitched as she proceeded to work on uncovering the corpses, working in the freezing cold weather. The female shifter fixated on her work, only sparring a moment to stretch her back from being meant down, a solemn look remaining evident on her face. Nobody from the previous group appeared to be alive, or on the cusp of death which was a misfortune considering they could no longer be saved. After a few moments, she glanced around, ears pricked as she sniffed the air and caught something.
For a moment, she stiffened, turning toward the street and lifting her hand to narrow her eyes. Her fox-like ears stuck up, narrowly hearing the sound of large feet stomping into the snow. The partner who worked alongside her paused, eyes watching as they awaited the shifter's verdict. Through the howling, she heard it, her turquoise eyes searching among the thick snow which blew wildly and limited her visibility. She stared into the distance, the noises getting louder with each passing second as more of her fellow hunters noticed her strange trance. From the snow, she noticed what appeared to be a child, her noise confirming it as the young child drew closer, shouting and finally hiding behind her. A glance was taken towards the girl before Nyla's gaze promptly returned to the street as the stomping grew louder, and through blowing, snow came a moving mound of snow and ice. A gasp escaped the female shifter as she realized a different type of terror had been unleashed to cause havoc to Lorsette on this miserable day. The body covered in snow, but armoured and weaponized with the use of ice. She glanced around, watching as her fellow hunters took notice and surged forward.
There was a pause as Nyla watched, noticing as snow would suddenly shift and move around to where the creature aimed its mighty paw; a manipulator. Nobody had expected a creature of this degree, which suggested Zeredah wished to play with her latest toys in these conditions which were favourable to it. The huntress knew she could not join the fray yet, her attention turning towards the young girl, who she assumed was cold; Nyla tended to be rather motherly after taking care of Ines for so long.
"You cold?" Nyla asked before slipping her extra warm gloves off.
She did not wait for an answer, her slender fingers plunging beneath the jacket's sleeve to drag out one of the temperature regulation bracelets. Once she managed to get it off, Nyla passed the beaded charm to the young girl before softly patting her back to turn her towards where the hydro men were gathered.
"Head up the hill there, you'll be safer there while this gets sorted," Nyla stated. "I promise it will be alright, I and everyone else is here to protect all of ya."
Based off the scent, the young girl was not a disguiser since she lacked the odour which arrived with the dreaded terror. After providing the mysterious girl guidance, Nyla slipped her glove on before taking a few steps away. Her hands stretched upwards, towards the sky until she leaned over, firmly planting them on the snow covered ground. A long exhale escaped her lips, a white light consuming her form as she transformed into a large fox form, taking her seconds of change to make herself larger than a horse. Clothes faded, disappearing temporarily to allow for her sleek, warm fur to cover her canine shape. Her nails became claws as her face stretched into a large teeth-filled muzzle. The remnants of her human form were evident in the paleness in her red fur and the matching turquoise eyes. Once the transformation was completed, Nyla was prepared to fend off the threat of the terror. She noticed one of the hunters on the snowy ground, the monster bringing its hands together and lifting them above its head while ignoring the brutal attacks of a wind manipulator and another hunter with deadly accuracy with a gun from up the hill.
There was no hesitation as the fox shifter sprinted forward, her enhanced speed carrying faster than an average fox, allowing her to slip past, teeth softly grabbing the downed hood of the hunter in peril. She slipped past with ease, the creature's hands landing into the show. The creature growled, sending out a ring of snow from its body which pushed her and her fellow hunters back.
✉ @sibyl , Zephyr Wolfe ✎ 824 words ※ Don't mind a terror one bit. <3 Feel free to keep controlling the terror as well. Could be more interesting if we both correlate moves and such. c:
The wind howled wildly outside, blowing snow across the streets. The streets had become a blank canvas of white, homes poking out of the mountains of snow. The bitter cold became the curse anybody received when they stepped out of the warm sanction of their homes in favour of the high-velocity winds and deep snow banks. In the early hours of the blizzard, Nyla had been requested to arrive at the TRS, to which she accomplished with success after dawning her winter coat and temperature regulation charm. She journeyed her way to headquarters, where she received her briefing alongside thick jackets for the TRS to wear on this particularly cold day. Time was provided to change, the blonde hastily switching from her clothes in favour of the warm jackets and ski pants. The clothing was specially designed, and still rather thicker than usual, high-quality and warm.
The shifter dressed accordingly, maintaining her thick layers to avoid her human skin freezing. The colours were the regular TRS addition ones, the huntress coat being covered in navy and black while orange accented her jacket and ski pants, making evident she had not graduated to elite. The hood was specially designed, the TRS making it evident they cared about Nyla's delicate ears. There was a pair of holes in the hood, allowing her ears to fit through and be covered by a thinner layer of warm fabric, allowing her to still hear. A black and orange neck warmer was wrapped around the blonde's face, covering her cheeks and nose, meanwhile, a think toque of similar colouring covered her head. While Nyla was certain her thick, fox fur could survive against the harsh conditions with the assistance of charm, she still required the ability to speak. Everything was organized with excellence, the blonde being grouped with her fellow hunters, a team of four other people, before being assigned to a team of hydro men to escort. The outside world was cold, but they managed to drive through despite the harsh condition to the designated location where the hydro poles were damaged. Wreckage littered the ground, the female shifter and her fellow hunters walking into the area first.
While they searched the snow, the huntress' ears remained pricked while she searched the area, pulling the neck warmer down slight to sniff the air. Her temperature regulation charms would keep her warm enough to risk using her enhanced senses amidst the vicious snow. There was a thick, iron-like smell in the air, blood, making it evident there were injured people here.
"Be careful, I smell blood," she called loudly over the howling wind.
The female shifter walked through the snow, turquoise eyes searching the deep snow for evidence of human life. She proceeded to smell the air, searching for anything that could be in the area. There were traces of terror and rather fresh, suggesting one had been through the area. She proceeded down a small hill, finding solid tracks in the snow, intact from their distance of the wreckage. The tracks were large indents in the snow, slowly being consumed by the onslaught of snow from above. Blood littered the ground there, alongside the bodies of the dead, evidently, hydro men sent without protection from the TRS. Their bodies were hidden beneath thick blankets of snow, appearing to be crushed by a mixture of snow and ice, a peculiar sign. Promptly, Nyla turned back towards her fellow hunters.
"Hey! I think it might be a brute! The tracks are huge," Nyla called up to them. "There look to be some casualties down here."
Unfortunately, the shifter was incorrect about her assumption due to her unawareness of the existence of a new breed of terror. The tracks were analyzed before the hunters gestured for the hydro men to come up, knowing either the terror would return later of the groups from unit 2 would discover it and kill it off. Constantly, Nyla's ears twitched and swivilled, nose sniffing the air in hopes of catching any scents from terrors of survivors. Her and fellow hunter proceeded to dig the bodies from the snow, investigating the damages and planning to return them to base for furnerals when the time arrived.
✉ @sibyl , Zephyr Wolfe ✎ 702 words ※ Whoever can reply next~!
A fair point was provided by Vincent, Nyla's eyes widening as her speculation was somewhat shattered, although, it lead to a variety of new theories. There was the chance Remmy asserted dominance over potential mates, to which the fox shifter supposed she could not judge; although, the idea of being treated horrible for such reasons made her uncomfortable. The blonde made a hasty mental note to be cautious around Remmy and make certain any male friends she gained were cautious in the tiger shifter's presence. The last thing the female hunter desired was for her friends to perhaps face harm should they overstep their boundaries. Patiently, Nyla awaited for Vincent to complete typing in his phone number, soon retrieving her phone from his hands and quickly texting him a 'Hello!' to reciprocate the number exchange.
"There we go!" She stated gleefully. "Glad to hear! See ya, Vincent!"
She turned away, placing her phone into her pocket and providing a nod while she headed towards the exit doors. The female shifter was promptly embraced by the warm air, her turquiose eyes flitting around the area for signs of danger. Once everything appeared calm, Nyla left, heading in the direction of the suburbs with plans to spend time with her younger sister and maybe text her newest friend.
The explanation of the producer's identity proceeded, Nyla quietly listening as Vincent explained further. Details were provided, interesting ones that caused the shifter to pause for a moment. Based on the information she was being given, there was bound to be a few news reports on this mysterious man. A man being raised by tigers in a zoo or circus sounded like news worthy information to share, even as a simply slice-of-life or animal piece for people to glance over. Already, Nyla could imagine the large group of people curious about the notion of somebody being raised by animals rather than people. Everything about suggested a dive into an entirely new culture, allowing for people to learn about animals and their own protective natures and humane behaviour; it sounded like something worth researching. When Vincent mentioned the alpha behaviour, Nyla responded with a simple hmm as she thought for a moment.
A man raised among animals displayed an alpha behaviour around men, it sounded as though Remmy was the pack leader in the scenario. There was a brief pause before the blonde smiled, arriving at the possible answer for those strange manners.
"Well, if you think of it from an animal perspective, its not necessarily weird. In my books, he wants to establish a pack and perhaps treat men in that way so they do not steal the dominance. Think like lions, there can only be one alpha. Male lions even drive other males out of the pride once their old enough to fend for themself, that way the pride's leader can be the sole person mating with the females of the pride," Nyla stated in a factual manner. "Well tigers are more solitary animals, those instincts could have changed because of his experience in the zoo or circus."
A broad grin touched the blonde's lips as she took pride over her intellect, although, most of her information was merely speculation based on the summary Vincent presented. There was plenty of room to be incorrect on her verdict, but she fancied studying behaviours and learning about other people. When the dark-haired man asked about what they would be doing now, Nyla paused, fishing her phone out of her pocket to check the time.
"Well, I should head home soon. I hate leaving my little sister at home alone for too long," Nyla stated.
Technically, Ines was not entirely alone since their aunt and uncle were bound to be home, but Nyla hardly trusted them to look after her precious little sister. The pair could barely look after themselves let alone a young girl. The phone was almost placed back into her pocket, the blonde pausing the glance at Vincent. A smile touched her lips as she closed some of the distance, her fingers tapping the screen to open her contacts.
"Here, give me your number. That way I can text you later," Nyla offered.
The blonde's social prowess displayed itself for a moment, the fox shifter always enjoying to gain more friends to text. There was also the importance of having the band leader's number to gain crucial information about concert dates and practices.
There was a wide grin on Nyla's face she jovially stood in the company of her newest bandmate. Being a part of a band could become a pleasant distraction from the frightening world full of terrors and Assembly members. The war between the TRS and AP remained current, the female shifter already being aware there would be no end to the misfortune until finally one side prevailed. The brutality of the world's situation made distractions like this blissful since for a few moments, somebody could avoid the devastating weight of misfortune. A broad grin remained as Vincent continued explaining, mentioning the types of members they needed and providing a blurb about the producer. When the name was mentioned, Nyla failed to recognize it, although, she presumed it was because she lacked interest in fashion, instead wearing casual clothing she believed complimented one another.
There was vague curiosity towards the mysterious shifter Vincent mentioned, Nyla wondering when she would gain the opportunity to meet the man in question. It was obvious the fox shifter would be capable of meeting him considering it would be a requirement as a new member of Jinx.
"I see... I have not heard of him, myself," Nyla admitted.
After a few moments, the blonde's eyes returned to the keyboard as she churned the name over in her head a few times. If anything, she wanted to remember the name for the inevitable meeting with Remmy Gunner. There was further curiosity about the man possibly already possessing means to defend himself against Vincent's curse, but that could only be confirmed with an eventual meeting. The thoughts began consuming Nyla's mind as she fixating on the concept.
The longer the conversation proceeded, the more Nyla's dislike of the general began to increase. From what the female shifter could see, he completely lacked seriousness and appeared to merrily wander through life without heeding the dire situation. The nonchalant manner of which he approached, handling the situation with a frightening calmness about him. While those were the trademarks of an excellent hunter, the blonde could not condone the lack of seriousness and the fear sparked in the hearts of other park dwellers. There was no subtly to the situation, the citizens who witnessed the situation would be left terrified of their general and possibly hesitant to work alongside the TRS. While some would fearfully obey his every command, others would rebel and refuse their cooperation in even the direst of the situation, thus the blonde's disdain towards her general's attitude.
There were certain manners required for more delicate problems, the female shifter believing it could have been better handled without the use of an intense fear inducement. The citizens could have smiled, found the TRS to be heroic souls truly here to defend them rather than be frightening soldiers like the Assembly of Phantoms. What furthered Nyla's dislike of Jester were the rumours of his abrupt absences from the TRS because he decided to skip work. There were times where the blonde believed the TRS functioned on miracles because of the unconcerned behaviour of the general. When the female hunter imagined a general, she imagined somebody serious and mature who thought carefully about situations, not somebody who acted akin to a young child. The female shifter would not risk challenging Jester's command, but she would frown upon his behaviour because of her personal beliefs; nobody could shame her for it should she still accomplish her job, right?
The shifter's body stiffened more when her general's hand touched her soldier, her eyes slowly wandering up to his. There she noticed his peculiar eyes, the dead appearance they held. Merely noticing them made Nyla's stomach churn slightly since they suggested an unsympathetic soul lived within the body. In a sinister, albeit, playful tone arrived the words which caused the blonde's fur to bristle as anger came over her. A glare settled onto her brow, her motherly instincts resulting in her abruptly pulling away from Jester. Due to her species, Nyla's motherly nature was fierce, similar to an animal who has to defend their children from the frightening world around them. A low growl rumbled from the fox shifter's throat, the blonde despising the sinister threat towards her precious little sister who she worked tirelessly to protect.
"If you touch her, my loyalty to the TRS is gone," she growled. "I will only work if my sister is safe."
Afterwards, the blonde turned away from the general, displeased by his attitude towards her. Promptly, she returned to the sidewalk, only sparing a single glance back towards the purple-haired general. A glare remained in her eyes, the shifter's face for once void of any smiles or sympathies. It was extremely rare for Nyla to become mad at another individual, but threatening her sister was a sensitive spot; Ines was the only remaining member of her direct family.
"Farewell, General Jester," she stated coldly, but professionally.
Shortly, Nyla began jogging down the sidewalks of the park, heading towards home because of the threat towards her younger sister. As she moved, the blonde fished her phone from the depths of her pocket, shooting Ines a quick text stating to stay away from the TRS general. After hearing those threats, the fox shifter would forbid her younger sister near the TRS general unless she was present; trust was broken from those words.
Her calloused fingers played against the smooth white and black keys of the piano with an otherworldly grace. The art of music was something Nyla grew up around and later devoted herself to, similar to her artistic parents. They shared the wondrous, imaginative world of art to her to which she shortly began to live in the sublime world of unique perspectives, sounds and images. Occasionally, she would go lengths to research her favourite artists, attempting to understand more about their thoughts and ideas. Attempting to understand or find new meaning in artistic pieces was what Nyla adored, thus her determination to make the performance incredible for the group of youthful observers and their curious parents. Without hesitation, her fingers continued across the keys while the hum of a pick playing against the strings of a guitar joined in the melody.
The shifter's turquoise eyes spared a moment to glance towards her fellow band members, a grin drawing the corners of her lips up. Smoothly, she proceeded to sing the lyrics in the song, her voice managing to remain above the instruments. There were smiles on the faces of the crowd, most enjoying the spontaneous musical performance. Eventually, the song began to close and the crowd began to file out of the room. Afterwards, Nyla clasped her hands together, reaching upwards to stretch her arms and shoulders, soon arching her back. At the mentioning of being accepted into the band, a wide, toothy grin touched her face.
"AWESOME!" She exclaimed cheerfully before her arms returned to her sides.
While Nyla pictured herself being famous for drawing opposed to music, she remained overzealous nonetheless. Spending days playing music for a band sounded amusing alongside an excellent way to earn some additional cash to finally help Ines escape from their aunt and uncle; the lazy couple did not deserve to even be near Ines! At the mentioning of her friend, Nyla gave a shrug.
"I will have to check, he can be pretty busy," Nyla explained.
The female shifter had faith in the weapons smith, although, she wondered how far his abilities went when beyond weaponry. There would be no harm in asking, and if needed she could always put an add out for somebody with higher charm skills if necessary.
As the intense emotions of fear began to dissipate, Nyla could only continue to stare in shock. The childish general of the Lorsette TRS branch managed to bring forth an immense fear by his mere presence; it almost felt impossible. Unfortunately, the verdict was confirmed considering the species of the peculiar man. Reapers were renown for inducing fear, although, the fox shifter had never felt the sensation of it reaching such intensities. Thus, the blonde maintained caution as she stood in front of her general, watching him munch on the sweets inside the large white bag. There was a faint nervous twitch to her tail, a mere sway which could be easily mistaken for impatience. The fox shifter's ears stayed attentive as a result of o the intense fright prior; it was an instinct that surfaced from her animalistic side.
While the generous offering of delicious sweets remained, the blonde refused to accept any sugary foods. A majority of her body was recovering from the fearful spell a few moments prior, but the fox shifter's stomach remained disturbed from the previous events. What occurred was not enjoyable as a horror movie to Nyla, instead, was rather unsettling to watch because of the involvement of her general. The man who she worked beneath as a hunter possessed the power to wreak havoc on her nerves, generating terror in a matter of moments. This was somebody Nyla preferred to keep her precious Ines away from; her sister did not deserve to become a victim to the fearful spell.
"I'm fine, I already ate breakfast," she responded, providing a sheepish smile. "Left right after I finished, so I am alright."
At the mentioning of heading to work, Nyla lifted a brow. She had booked the day off with intentions to spend some quality time with her little sister and perhaps even glance over some apartment advertisements. The fox shifter still needed to evacuate herself and Ines from her uncle and aunts, the odds looking better considering Ines was getting older and learning some independence; or at least, enough that Nyla could leave her home alone for a few hours.
"I don't work today... I took the day off since I needed to spend time with my sister," Nyla answered. "I switched it with another hunter, so I work tomorrow instead."
Afterwards, Nyla attempted to hand the bag of sweets back to Jester, her eyes surveying the area momentarily. A majority of citizens had fled, leaving the park empty with the exception of a few who decided to hide. The area had become the complete opposite of what it was when Nyla first arrived while on her morning jog. The noise was limited, making the location appear rather eerie despite the fact it was light out. There were usually people filling the park at this time, thus the sudden contrast made it peculiar and freaky.
The chosen song was admittedly not among her favourites but required some initial on the spot thinking considering it was traditionally a duet. Without a paper to provide direction, she was forced to convert Turning Over a New Leaf into a song playable on a keyboard off the top of her. The song was played more with string-based instruments, but Nyla was pleased to impromptu change the notes to the piano, even warranting the song from Animal Crossing a more uplifting tone. While her fingers played against the white keys, her turquoise eyes glanced towards the parents and their children. There were a few faces she recognized, to which the blonde provided them with a broad smile as a greeting. Most considered her Ines’ guardian (which she acted as such), thus the female shifter was familiar with some of the adults in the area alongside their children.
There were also a few faces she noticed from the cafe where she would occasionally play, a couple even smiling joyfully back towards her. The hunter had become known for her intense work ethic and excellent skills with children. She played with a steady determination, weaving words together on the spot to fixate on a single perspective, Isabelle who was represented by the female vocals. The notion of adding an original twist resulted in Nyla lifting a brow. While in this situation she was managing to do the desired request, she believed artists deserved the integrity of their work. It displayed admiration in her eyes and earned the original artist the attention they deserved. She rarely placed original twists on songs since they felt like creative pieces, and considering the difference in her voice compared to the original artist, it always seemed different. She kept an uplifting tone to most of the song, even being inventive and altering the lyrics to maintain focus on the female singer in the song. While the song itself already contrasted against the hard rock the band song, Nyla desired to stick to a song she thought the kids could enjoy.
There was something about the momentary grin on Zephyr's face that was rewarding to Nyla, even if it was brief. Despite the weapon smith's smile fading into what appeared to be his regular expression, the infectious quality of the grin remained. After a few moments, the corners of Nyla's lips twitched up into their usual lip-tight grin. The female shifter felt overwhelmed by the positive emotions consuming her that despite the lingering nervousness, she continued to smile. When Zephyr mentioned getting his keys, she provided some excited nodding, although, she feared she may have managed to nod too much. The excitement holding her was an overpowering emotion as her heart continued to thump against her ribcage. She followed behind the male shifter, a single hand pushing a lock of blonde hair back behind her ear out of instinct.
Once they arrived to the place where Zephyr's bike was held, the blonde's eyes widened in amazement. Admittedly, she had never been in close proximity of a motorcycle nor had she ever gained the opportunity to ride on one.
"That is awesome!" She exclaimed cheerfully.
There were multiple reasons to be excited, the first being this chance to spend time with Zephyr who appeared to inflict a mysterious mixture of emotions and the opportunity to maintain some close proximity while they rode through Lorsette to the mentioned restaurant.
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