World Renown DuetShe is calm, and caring
He is rash, and unrelenting
Her voice is heard throughout the world
His destruction is seen throughout the world
Her words echo across nations
His actions scar entire civilizations
She is the only voice of reason in a world of turmoil
He is the only source of strength in a world of turmoil
She has never once fought with her fists
He has never once spoke for peace
She has never waged war against another man
He has never imparted peace unto his neighbor
She is poetic in all that she does;
Beautiful in her style, a testament to patience.
He is brutal in all that he does;
Fearsome in his tenor, an accolade to conflict.
She is an academic, a scholar
He is a warrior, a soldier
She walks about in her finely pressed suit
With hand polished leather shoes, and stainless white gloves...
He marches about in his ancient heavy armour
With an aged and worn leather vest, and a bloodstained form...
A small woman, more akin to a nymph
A large man, more like an orc than a man
The Graceful Demon's PrologueHis name was Marcus River. He had straight black hair that curled near his jawline, and one brown and one blue eye. His skin was a healthy color, and he possessed a small frame. He always wore a big goofy smile that just irritated everyone to no end.
One would not guess that a boy standing just over four feet tall was twelve years old. It was to be expected of the youngest sibling being raised by the River Twins; he was not fed most of his life, stunting his growth significantly. He had even gained an abnormally high pain tolerance from his life with his brothers. No one ever questioned it, mostly because no one thought it to be odd in the slightest.
After all, a two bedroom apartment in the city is a very dangerous place...
Marc's school life was not exactly... Enjoyable. Everyday was torture for him. He was constantly under the tyranny of the other stronger children who forced him to do humiliating and degrading things. Most of which were illegal.
But all throughout his childhood, he
St. Valentine's DayIt was St. Valentine's Day.
The air was dripping with the syrupy goodness known simply as Love.
There were couples everywhere, choking up the usually empty streets and sidewalks with their happiness and cheer.
There were elderly couples at outdoor cafes, enjoying the years they've spent together and reminiscing Valentines of past.
In the downtown area, more prominently in the malls, teens of all flavors engaged in a plethora romantic activities. The karaoke bars were filled to the brim, the food courts were over checked, and the candy stores looked to be little more than chaos incarnate.
Between the two extremes, the adults possessed a bit more of a calm, but not boring, atmosphere. One could see them walking through the city, holding hands and acting a little too young for their age.
In the middle of it all was Chad. Chad was a pale skinned fellow with not much of a presence about him. He usually wore boring white religious robes (not really uncommon), spoke quietly in a sparing manne
DKC: Dezmin's StoryHe had a modest figure, fitting for a man who had lived in poverty most of his childhood. He had dark skin and and dark brown hair. Upon his face was a neat, clean scar that traveled from the middle of his right cheek down his neck, and stopped just above his shoulder.
He was the man hated by everyone. He walked through the ancient temple with his weapons upon his person.
He had been sent by the Gods themselves to defeat the Seven Evil Kings.
He had already slain six of them.
The first was a menacing dictator who lived within a forest.
After killing him, the man hated by everyone was given the chance to speak to the leader of the Evil Kings. He kept it brief.
"I'm coming for you." He hid his book again and walked away. "You will be punished."
The second King was a sleeping old man who drew the man hated by everyone into his dreams. There he was tortured by an onslaught of torture the likes of which he had never imagined. He tore away from the nightmare, and with what little strength he
DKC: Through Their EyesSomeone wanted to kill the man loved by everyone, Lucy.
The man had already killed one of Lucy's close friends, Mom.
The monster continued to kill the man everyone love's brethren, one by one.
After Mom, the murderer targeted Bell. Bell was an old man who Lucy had come to recognize as a father of sorts.
Bell was always sleeping in his free time. While he was sleeping, the leathery old relic was butchered to death with a wicked axe while Lucy, by sheer fate, bore witness.
Lucy spared no time in warning his brethren. Each one was to be warned in unison.
But it was not that easy. The only one he was able to warn was the oldest among them: La Than.
La Than took Lucy's warning lightly, laughing it off and telling his friend that he needn't work so hard on the project that he start losing his mind.
It was then that the man who wanted to kill Lucy stepped into Le Than's chamber.
Lucy was forced to watch as his elder brother was skewered to death by an onslaught of arrows.
To add insult to inj
DKC: Lucy's StoryHe was a very masculine man, possessing naught but the greatest physique. He was a beautiful man as well, pilfering many a woman's heart with his looks alone. He lived a life of splendor and charity. His heroics were known to all throughout the land.
He was the man loved by everyone. He was sitting in his throne, his head propped up onto one hand.
"Mom," He said, addressing a large mirror standing before his throne. On the mirror was not a reflection of the man loved by everyone, but the visage of an older man, a savage by the looks of his tattered cloak, ravaged skin and wild eyes. The man named Mom teetered ever so slightly from his lavish, velvet laced, gold plated room as he waited for the man loved by everyone to finish talking.
"I do wonder how you are doing," The man loved by everyone said. "How is our project coming along? It all depends on you and your vast knowledge."
Mom nodded. "It is coming along quite smoothly, Sir Lucy. I-" Mom stopped talking and bent over to the floor.