Boys

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They say that he was around first, the one who's responsible for the army.

Darting through the trees, the only thing to be heard was the clinking of metal chains, it was the only way you could tell he was near.

They say that he takes in new spawns, they say he always knows where they are.

The sound of a child crying followed on top of the clinking metal, not too far behind the sounds of bones and groaning, they were being chased.

They say he's got pig step, something only true adventurers can get.

Branches snapped as a figure sprung up to the treetops, taking flight, his large black wings carrying the weight easily.

He's always there, he's always there.

The child's cries were quieted once he was in the air, gliding to a city not far away, the pristine white walls making it seem like a safe haven.

They say he's a soldier, he never speaks.

They got there quickly, the male landing smoothly as people made way for him, carrying the child into a building for registration. They knew not to bother him after missions anymore.

They say he's heartless, and yet he's the best chance we've got at living.

"Hey Whim." A person waved, a hybrid of some sort, the male with large wings giving a nod as he set the kid down in a chair, the young boy no older than thirteen, young for a new Spawn. "This guy just spawn?" Whim nodded, half of his face covered by a dark mask that matched the color of his wings. "Alright, thank you, see you around!" This building seemed to be the only place where the male responded consistently, which wasn't strange once you got used to it.

Walking out of the building, he watched as people got out of his way, wary of the two silver blades at his sides, a Kusarigama, something they wouldn't have ever seen had it not been for him. The male walked with a quick pace, headed toward a large building, in the center of the city, what looked like a giant castle.

"Whim! Where've you been?" He was greeted at the doors by a few recruits, who guarded for thieves. Something appeared in the male's hands, releasing it only for it to hand out of his grasp, what looked like a golden compass on a chain. "Ah, I see. Sky was looking for you, you should go find him."

The male, Whim, scoffed quietly as he entered the large doors, walking through the semi empty halls quietly, as most were off on missions, training, or working in the late afternoon, they wouldn't be off for a few hours.

"Whim! Where are you?!" He heard shouting down the hall, multiple footsteps following as he continued on, the clinking of metal by his side cutting through the silence that followed for a beat of a second "We can hear you!"

Whim blew air through his nose, rolling his eyes as four people came around the corner, spotting him, relaxed as he always was in the halls.

"See Sky? he's fine!" one of them threw his hands in the air "No need to worry!"

"Probably going to get a new spawn." Another chimed in, leaning on her staff "How old was he this time?"

"Thirteen." Whim did speak, though not often and it usually came out deep and raspy, it was still enough despite the struggle. He stopped walking once hew as in front of the four, looking down at them.