Octavia | In the streets | Polis
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Octavia made her way out of the stadium on a dead run for anywhere to hide or escape. When she hit the streets, she saw practically no one. The good thing about this battle was that nearly everyone was there. She only passed the odd woman or child who simply stared at her in passing. She said nothing until she came to the edges of the city and cursed loudly. Of course, it just had to be a walled city. She heard some shouts from whence she came and decided to try her luck getting out the service gate.
Over at what seemed like a tavern stood a few horses tied to a hitching post. She dove towards it, releasing a a blood bay stallion and hiking herself onto his back. Not expecting what happened next, the steed immediately shied and bolted for the open service gate. Surging through, the horse showed no signs of stopping even as the guards yelled at her and no matter how precariously she hung on. If anything, her dangling figure seemed to egg him on until she managed to haul herself back up into the saddle and cling for dear life. Uncaring of her direction, she let the horse gallop into the forest, readily willing to go where he took her as long as it was far away from Polis.
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