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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.

"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.

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"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?"

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?"

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."

Cold. Winter. Eversong had experienced cold sensations before, but the bitter winter like this...it was torture. His eyes trailed along the dead leaves that scattered around, knowing they would not provide nutrition to a stag like him. Peeling off a bit of bark to chew with his teeth, he made his way over to the smell of smoke, looking at Vienna. "Least in the snow we won't be seen that easily." He clipped out, shivering a little. "What are you doing?"

"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."

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.

Eversong shook his head to the question, keeping his stance strong as he watched the dragon. "No. I was born during the summer and spring, when the food was vast and plentiful." He answered, looking into the fire and away from the dragon. "Though I remember reading about past ones, how harsh and bitter they would be that it caused even the most stoic back into their primal urges."

"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."

Eversong was full of surprises, he'll admit that. He felt her bump against him, and he dug his hooves in so he wouldn't fall over. "Oh, if you were nice to me all the time, I would have to send you to a healer to see what was wrong with you." The Targaryen smirked at his sibling, stretching out his wings a little, to bump into her playfully. The force, though, knocked out the eye. "Son of a bitch.." He muttered as he plopped it back in.

There were so many old faces, and so many new ones as well. He trotted around King's Landing, feeling the winter winds whip at his fur, but he was not afraid. Not anymore. The Targaryen stagon looked at the dreary colours, tilting his head as he pressed his hoof against the ground, sprouting a few white roses to chomp on. "Meet and greet?" Eversong grinned, showing off his fangs.

Eversong trotted on up to the scene, slowing down before he slipped as he gazed at the fighting, or at least, soon to be fighting. The Targaryen of the ice settled near the others, watching with his one seeing eye and the other, glass pickled eye that Lorina gave him.

"I'll take a task." The stagon spoke roughly as he made his way over, flattening his ears as he thought of the last time he took a task. They always gave him the simple stuff. "Make it as challenging as you want." Eversong added.

"A-Ace.." Eversong stammered for a moment, before he straightened himself back out. He was worried when he didn't see Ace when he came back, but hearing that this was the reason, the stagon was understandable pissed the fuck off. But if his friend didn't want the attention or the company, he could oblige that. For an hour. Until he came rushing back demanding that he be let in.

Eversong was attracted by the scent of fire and burning trash, and when he caught the Exile's scent, he growled out of impulse. They were still attacking Westeros? Wouldn't they be bored? The Targaryen felt the spikes on his back prickle slightly as the urge to go to the Exiles and tear out one of their throats grew, but that wouldn't affect them at all. "I thought they would be bored of us by now. Shame."

Star-gazing. When was the last time he decided to look up at the stars? The stagon felt a pain in his heart when he remembered it was with Sai, and he took a deep breath to calm himself before he settled by the others. "Anything in particular we're watching for?"

Eversong looked at them all, but he stopped when Ace appeared. The stagon gave a great grin and galloped on over, trying to give a hug to his friend. "Ace! Nice body, man, how you've been? All of you, in fact, how you all been?" The Targaryen gave a fanged grin.

"A bit? I've been freezing my nuts off, Vie. A bit is an understatement." The stagon snorted with a smirk, settling down next to Ace. "If it wasn't for my flower hoof powers, I doubt I would have survived this long."

So, kill an Exiler? That seemed good enough for him. He grinned, wanting to try and bite him and leak every bit of stored poisons inside of his fangs. But he knew of the stipulation and flattened his ears. He had a few good ideas on how to kill someone without sharp objects, but where was he going to find a club at this hour? He quickly grabbed a branch and flew away. This was gonna be fun.

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