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Post by Octavian on Oct 18, 2016 1:14:26 GMT
"Another year eh?" The auburn haired male mused. How many years had it been since the world ended, everything he ever knew and loved came crashing down like a wave upon the unforgiving rocks of time. His friends gone or dead, his family wiped out, all but a few bank accounts, a single apartment in Oregon and a duffel bag filled with weapons and munitions. "What a legacy." He laughed self depreciating in more ways than one.
Oregon was beautiful in the fall. The leaves falling from the many indigenous trees in every color between red and gold covered the sidewalks and the walkways of the City, much like himself. Though he'd already introduced himself to the Prince and found a comfort in the apartment he'd purchased a few years prior.
All he'd be a nobody, a vampire living under the Princes rule in a city he wanted no control over. A smile touched Octavian seems lips as he stared out across the riverbanks at the other half of the City, the wind whipping his long Grey winter coat this way and that. Not for the first time he wondered, what would become of Octavian O'Connor?
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