Next chappie of Blog-only story!

Next chappie! Sorry it took me so long! Anyways! I'm stealing a name from Tales of Symphonia for now, since I can't think of a good name for the boy...


"LLOYD!!!" She shrieked, falling further into the pit.

Suddenly, a boy, about a year older than her, swooped down on silver wings and caught her, flying back up the moment she was safely in his arms.

"Lloyd?" She questioned, then saw that it was not he, but Dauke.

Dauke's silver eyes watched her warily. He never spoke, writing down responses instead. No one knew if he was mute or simply chose not to speak.

"Where is Lloyd?" she asked, disquieted by Dauke's intent staring.

"He was too far to rescue you. I had to save you instead, or else you would have fallen into the clutches of Caocoa." He scrawled onto a notebook he always had, which was somehow still a pristine white although they were in the middle of a forest, albeit a false one.

Dauke had extremely tan skin, a dark bronze-ish color. His hair was black and slightly spiky, and his eyes were pure silver flecked with gold. He was of medium height, and his limbs were densely muscled. On his wrists and upper arms were black bands with steel spikes protruding from them. His shirt was crimson(and tight, allowing his six-pack [if that's what you call it] quite nicely), his pants were black, and overall he was handsome.

Then a cry of "Birdie!" rent the air, and a boy, about a year and a half older than the girl alighted on the ground. "Did you hurt her, Dauke? If you did, I'll never forgive you!"

Birdie shook her head quickly and said, "He saved me from one of Caocoa's traps, Lloyd. I owe him thanks."

Lloyd grunted. He was a true bishonen by all accounts, except for the lean muscle which was all over his body. His hair was a lovely, soft, wispy golden, while his eyes were a darker gold flecked with silver. He wore loose, white robes, and looked like a girl in every aspect except for his lean muscles, and calloused hands. His wings were pure white, except for a few feathers which were the same kind of gold as his hair.

The scratching of a pen on paper made her stop examining Lloyd, and she moved her attention to Dauke's notebook, on which was now neatly scrawled (if that even works...) "Brigandine, we need to get back to headquarters."

"Oh, yeah!" Birdie cried. Her full name was Brigandine Aspen FloysdeBerry, although why she was named after armor and a tree was beyond her. And her last name was plain weird. But still, that's what happens when your mother who abandoned you on the streets with a nametag with that very name was a senile weirdo and your father was a prostitute.


How is it? I finally updated. Now I need to update fanfiction and original fiction on Fictionpress. But I don't feel like it now. Maybe tomorrow.