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From: Bryon
The creature known to the city of Dallas as Bryon Endochrine was walking through her streets, as he was fond of doing. Even as a child he had gone for lonely walks, often at the price of a scalding by his parents when he was away too long. He couldn’t help himself, the scents and the people he would encounter would keep his mind occupied, his imagination would ravage his thoughts, and he would be lost in himself first, the city second. He always found his way home, but each time, as a toll, the city would keep a piece of his heart. Pieces it kept to this day.
But back then, the sun would be shining. He would have basked in its warmth, and relished the smells of the hotdog stands, and felt alive and free from the expectations of the world.
Now there was only darkness. And with each passing pedestrian, he would feel less and less like one of them. An image flashed through his mind, one of white flesh and red blood, mixed with feelings of horror and lust. And, somewhere in his mind, where he was still that child walking in the sun, there was love.
Reaching the ATM machine, he moved his fingers clumsily in the white light, a sharp contrast to the darkness in his soul. Bryon’s fumbling was not in vain, however – his account had swelled considerably, due to the attentions of the most respected and wealthy Ventrue primogen. The rent did not pay itself, but now he would be able to. Relieved, he started back towards Aela’s place, alternately slowing and hurrying his pace through the empty streets.