I know every single (Open, RETURNING) face 'round here.

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    The stagon had seen much since his disappearance from the Knights of Eden. But through the pain and misfortune, he knew he was ready to return. To be the true Targaryen he was destined to be.


    Eversong made his way to the border, stopping just when he was about to pass it, and looked around with his singular good eye. The plants around here looked just as tasty as they did when he was younger. When he left. The fully grown Stagon flicked his mangled ears and twitched his wings. Was Eurydice, his beloved mother, still here? Was his sister here as well? She snorted, letting whatever hostility that came up be brought back down. He wasn't going to mess this up again.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:300px;margin-top:-8px][color=white]This Eversong person had left before Moon was even born, he'd recalled the other visiting a few times but their relation had never been fully established. The youth came forward to examine the familiar figure, "Name and business?" He inquired the usual question.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; float: left; WIDTH: 150PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Vienna T.M.[/fancypost] male - westeros - general tags - bodies tags - [abbr=elemental powers, flower prints, manipulation of soundwaves & molecules]powers tags[/abbr][hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]//hey you
    edit: ninja'ed


    "Can I help you?" drawled Vienna, walking over in a fast approach. The pale wyvern thought he vaguely recognised the winged stag but was not certain.


    [align=center][size=6pt]template (c) olivan[hr][/fancypost]

    "Eversong Targaryen." He recited, knowing he was going to get this question asked of him. "Former Heir of Dragonstone, former Juror of the Knights of Eden...and I am here to re-join." The snowy stag looked at the two more closely, faintly recognizing one but not the other.


    OOC: Heyyyyyyyy!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; float: left; WIDTH: 150PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Vienna T.M.[/fancypost] male - westeros - general tags - bodies tags - [abbr=elemental powers, flower prints, manipulation of soundwaves & molecules]powers tags[/abbr][hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Titles, titles, titles. Vienna could understand why he had included his former position in Westeros but what did the Knights of Eden have to do with this? "Welcome back to Westeros then, Eversong. I expect that things must be very different for you now; High Queen Lorina Targaryen reigns now." Vienna had returned to Westeros himself shortly after the rise of High Queen Lorina Targaryen and did not recall seeing Eversong then, leaving him to assume that the stag had left earlier than that. "Do you have any questions?"


    [align=center][size=6pt]template (c) olivan[hr][/fancypost]

    "Yeah. Is she going to kill me?" The stagon thought. He suspected somethinjg like this may happen and prepared for it, but the fact that his mother may not be around at all saddened him. Eversong flattened his ears a little. "Thats two mothers I have to pray for now." "What happened to moth-to Eurydice?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; float: left; WIDTH: 150PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Vienna T.M.[/fancypost] male - westeros - general tags - bodies tags - [abbr=elemental powers, flower prints, manipulation of soundwaves & molecules]powers tags[/abbr][hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]"Disappeared," answered Vienna, his pale blue eyes narrowing in interest. So this one was a child of Eurydice as while? He could not see a resemblance; this one looked more like a Baratheon than a Targaryen, although he suspected that it was because he was a stag. "Not a trace left behind. The search was given up pretty fast because there were no leads."


    [align=center][size=6pt]template (c) olivan[hr][/fancypost]

    Eversong saw the look of interest, and he could take a wild guess over what he was interested about. "Adopted. She adopted me into the family." She snorted with a small bite of impatience in his voice. So his mother was gone, forever it seemed. He shook his head. "A shame...I would have loved to have seen her one last time.."


    Shaking off the sentimental feelings, he hardened himself, looking back at Vienna. "..So how is my sister holding up the throne, then?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; float: left; WIDTH: 150PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Vienna T.M.[/fancypost] male - westeros - general tags - bodies tags - [abbr=elemental powers, flower prints, manipulation of soundwaves & molecules]powers tags[/abbr][hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]"That makes you my adoptive brother then," murmured Vienna plainly, looking over Eversong analytically. The winged stag had yet to make a real lasting impression on Vienna, but Vienna could be patient. "Vienna Targaryen-Martell. As my surnames suggest, I am a son of Eurydice Targaryen and Oberyn Martell." All of the former High Queen's legitimate children were boys; Vienna had always found this fact curious.


    "Her Majesty is doing an excellent job." All new leaders were decent; only time could tell how well they had done. Eversong did not seem to like Lorina, leading to many internal speculations from Vienna.


    [align=center][size=6pt]template (c) olivan[hr][/fancypost]

    Brother. So far, he really only had to deal with sisterly siblings, like Bonita and Lorina. "Maybe returning won't be so bad after all." The stagon thought as he brightened up a little. "Its very nice to meet you then, Vienna. How is Oberyn, is he still here as well?" He asked. Though he was never especially close with his step-father, he was always nice to know how others are. "Is Ace still here by any chance?"


    Hearing that Lorina was doing a good job wasn't surprising. Well, he always had his shrewd suspicions, but he had to bury them if he was to have a good and healthy life here. Well, mostly healthy life. A Targaryen is never far from danger and adventures. "I see...thats good."

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:300px;margin-top:-8px][color=white]"Well enough." Moon returned evenly. Sure he was returning and just joined but he didn't have to know about any issues they'd had (not like they had very many anyways). And besides, Lorina was a fine ruler so far. His gaze seemed rather off by Vienna's speaking of giving up on their Mother, personally, he'd not quit. She wasn't gone and dead until he saw a body. "Moonstruck Targayren, I've seen you a free times around here visiting befor." The youth noted blandly.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; float: left; WIDTH: 150PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Vienna T.M.[/fancypost] male - westeros - general tags - bodies tags - [abbr=elemental powers, flower prints, manipulation of soundwaves & molecules]powers tags[/abbr][hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]"My father still serves as Warden of the South and he has his health," confirmed Vienna, long tail curling around his own leg. "Ace Lannister is still in Westeros as well; he is still Warden of the West." However, Ace Lannister had seemed to be sickly for some time now.


    "Indeed." His quiet response to Eversong's reaction on Lorina's rule.


    [align=center][size=6pt]template (c) olivan[hr][/fancypost]

    "Is..Jocelyn still here?" His face was mask like, but he felt a little bit of shame that his child-like crush on the doe was still there. He dug his hoof into the ground. He looked at Moonstruck, tilting his head. "Think I saw you the last time I was here."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size:12px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr]the baratheon lady couldn't quite recognize the winged stagon, but some part of him did look familiar. Perhaps he had visited one time and she had seen him then. The ebony dragon walked forward and stood beside moonstruck, watching the re-joiner with a neutral gaze. "Welcome back to westeros. I'm malak baratheon." She greeted politely.

    "Jocelyn has remained here with us," Lorina informed him with a small smile as she landed nearby. "In fact, she has been promoted to Hand of the Queen for her loyalty." It wasn't a terribly cruel barb- she'd refrain from stirring up drama while others were around. Besides, he was no longer even a potential threat to her. It was quite obvious who the predators and prey were here, and it showed through her easy stride and the confident lilt of her tone. "I'll admit, Brother, I hadn't expected to see you around here again."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; float: left; WIDTH: 150PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Vienna T.M.[/fancypost] male - westeros - general tags - bodies tags - [abbr=elemental powers, flower prints, manipulation of soundwaves & molecules]powers tags[/abbr][hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]"She is." Her fiancé, Isaac, had went and died, leaving Jocelyn single once again. She had also gotten knocked up by Bill Cipher as well, but even Vienna wasn't going to say that.


    "Your Grace," he nodded in greeting as the High Queen, his pale blue eyes darting between her and Eversong quickly. "Lady Malak," he added as an afterthought.


    [align=center][size=6pt]template (c) olivan[hr][/fancypost]

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:300px;margin-top:-8px][color=white]the other seemed awfully infatuated with one of his two mentors. "She's been having headaches recently so she's been resting." The other was just having a bit of an inactivity spell due to her roleplayer's camping. "So if you do happen to pass her, until she's better, leave her be." He noted protectively. "I saw you a few times visiting."

    And here came the object of a lot of mingled fury and resentment. He straightened up when Lorina came around, eyeing her directly as she spoke. "Sister." He greeted simply, giving her a small nod, but his eyes never left her. "Give her my congratulations should you see her, then. A position like that is a very high honor." He spoke, his tone calm, icily so. Yeah, he still harbored resentment towards his brat of a younger sister, but with Eurydice and Bonita both gone, she was the only sibling he knew. And despite what many may think, he took family seriously.


    "You know what they say. Predators move to where the prey do." He didn't seem at all hostile when he spoke that, relaxing a little, but his brown eye was still hardened and cold. After all he went through, he knew he wasn't prey anymore. "And why wouldn't you? This was where I was raised, my only home. What I hope to be my future home."


    He glanced at the others, listening to them as he heard of what happened to dear Jocelyn. "I wouldn't want to agitate a wound. I'll stay away until she's better, you have my word." He smiled softly, but it disappeared quickly.

    She snorted at his implication, finding it more entertaining than threatening. "I do hope that doesn't mean you're being pursued," she commented idly. "You're welcome to stay here, of course. Things are more interesting with you around. In fact... I think I have something of a welcome home gift for you," she said, glancing pointedly at his missing eye before willing a part of her hoard to appear before her, lifting it carefully with a claw and extending towards him. In the small glass bottle floated a single, forlorn eye, formerly belonging to the Exiles general, July. "Seeing as you're missing one," she added helpfully.

    "On the contrary. They are running from me."He smirked slightly, letting it slide after a few moment as he listened to her. things were more interesting with him? He wasn't sure if he should feel threatened or flattered. His eye trailed down to the glass eye. He hesitated. Was it another trick, or was she willing to bury the hatchet? "There's always a cost to gifts.." He thought sagely, lowering his head to examine the eyeball closely. "But what is life without a little risk?" He snagged the eyeball from her claw and flipped it into the air. It landed with a sickening plop into his eye. "I'll have to get used to the weight again but...I appreciate it...Lorina."