I was nothing to you But you were my World, Dear father. (O)

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It was horror to the young girl to learn of her father's death, she couldn't believe it, how could she. The rumors spread like wildfire of how it happened and who did it. Too her sickening knowledge, the culprits shared the same bloodline as hers, how could anyone turn on their own family like so? Of course her slut of a mother cared not, which bothered the yearling filly quite alot, already discovering all her mother ever wanted to do was be around stallions and seduce them with her body. After weaning Jolicia had hardly had any use of talking with her matron, she'd lingered and shadowed his father, Paradisum. Absorbing all she could in the little time he had been around in her life. Wanting to be as noble and respected as he some day. Though she felt she was not noticed or cared about within the herd, Jolicia bothered not about it. The other's were never a concern of hers, just to be around and with her father had been her only desire since being born, hating the neglect her mother had given her. 

 Pricking golden dapple audits, the yearling doe scanned the area for any signs of the devilish pair, knowing their reign already was lethal and unrelenting. Jolicia had to see her father one last time, even if it was just his corpse, she needed closure beyond belief. So stealthly and swiftly she snuck off from where the herd resided for the day, she was mainly a nobody within the herd so she shouldn't be missed. It wasn't long till she came across the blood soaked ground where the grand battle had happened, it sent a nerve wracking shutter down her spine to know her father had been brutalized there in the most disrespectful ways possible. With a whimper she scrambled across to the edge of the rocks where she had been told he'd been pushed over, gasping in utter shock, the wolf's blue silhouette lain motionless far below on a bed of sharp rocks and lapping waters. Tears filled the grey encircled visionaries and her lower lip trembled already, how could this be?

Checking behind her once again, the fragile soul traced the edge of the drop off till she found a stone path to wind down to the majestic blue roan's lifeless corpse. Stopping yards away, pool beguiled in terror at the sight before her. Crimson dried and staining his dark sapphire flesh, disfigured and broken from the fall, unnaturally laying obscured between and on the sharp rocks. Jolicia took many deep breaths before forcing herself to step into the water's edge, the waves were icy cold as they licked up her legs. Being a yearling she was still yet fairly small and not even close to being filled out yet, so it didn't take much for her to be chest deep in the frigid waters. Her father's body was in the points of decay already, surprisingly not bloated to badly but for the rest the canvas was sinking in as the organs shriveled up within. 

Timidly walking around the body till she was by his noble crown, features sunken in and gaunt, nothing at all like the last time she had seen his lively elderly features. "Oh papa.." She softly mumbled, unable to stop the tears from flowing as she pressed her muzzle against his cold withering nose. "...why did they.. how come.. did you have to die?" Jolicia sulked, stepping closer ever so cautiously. In weeping silence she lower her tiara to his crown, pressing her forhead to his bony one, staying there for unknown amounts of time. A few minutes perhaps a half hour or two hours, she did not know. Half her body was numb from being submerged in the chilly waters, yet she stood ever to quietly, crying softly to herself of the father she loved to dearly. Knowing she was only one of many children from he and that she'd never been the most important, but what had mattered was he had been her world. 

Finally after an unmeasurable amount of time, her tear stained facade lifted with a sniffle and followed by a intentional sharp huff of hot air. "My papa, the one known as the blue wolf, I Jolicia will some day avenge your dishonorable death and bring your murderers to their own demise. I will bring you justice and peace father. I do not know when my day will come but I assure you I will not leave this world till I know there has been retribution for your death." The greying buckskin filly swore her oath then and there, before her father's body and the fate's of life as her witness, she forever more would work towards the goal of one day taking down the murderer's of Paradisum, Schindler and Magdalena. 

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Elipsis Blue 

It was so hard. It still felt like a horrible dream but, it was actually a horrible nightmare come to life. Her blue wolf, her love was gone. How on earth could anyone do that to their family? Especially to their own grandfather? So many mixed emotions ran through her thoughts; Anger, rage,vengeance, helplessness, hopeless. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't go all crazy to a try and pull off some stunt such as trying to murder one of those two God awful scums of the earth, to avenge Paradisum's death. Not with being pregnant with one of Paradisum's last foals. She just wished she could be able to help try and stop this awful event from ever happening.

She had zero patience for those brats' new rules for the herd. Damned them to hell if they were going to say where she could and couldn't go. They could kiss her left cheek for all she cared, and not the one on her face either. She wandered to the cliff where her Blue Wolf had met his demise. She'd been here a few days before, but she just couldn't bare to look over the cliff, or go down the path yet to see the end result of the him. She edged herself near the cliff, glancing back for a brief moment to make sure no one was spying on her. She then, peered over the edge, and she could see his lifeless blue body that was laying in the rocks below.

She all of a sudden felt herself holding back the tears, so scared of what could be in the future now without him here. This was not like Elipsis to be this way. She'd just returned last summer, and now he was gone forever. She had hoped that she would have more time than what she had to be with him. Her unborn child would never get to know it's own father, other than through the stories, she and others would share of the legendry man. She took in a deep breath, holding it in for a couple moments before exhaling, trying to settle her nerves.

She finally made herself go down the stone path to the bottom, her hooves scraped and clacked on the stone and rock till they hit the sand. Her azure orbs glanced around, seeing a young filly with him. She was not sure who her mother was out of his collection. Her auds fell back, seeing she wasn't the only one paying their respects, and mourn for the death of the Blue Wolf. He was loved by many, more than he'd ever know. Lowering her cranium, she closed her eyes while she let the filly finish up her goodbyes. But, her attention was caught, hearing what the filly was saying, to vow to make Schindler and Magdalena pay for his death. She was kind of surprised to hear those words from such a young girl.

She stepped toward the filly, stepping into the waters. "You won't be the only one in on the war path to slay those monsters. Believe me." she said to her. Her eyes drifted from the filly to the bloodstained blue roan corpse that was beginning to decay. She traced her muzzle along his face, then kissed his eyes and forehead. A shaky breath escaped her, and tears streamed down her face. She knew her heart would go on, her memories of him were safe there. That was her motivation to keep going with life, she would never let go of those memories. Never. "Oh my dear.. I will see you again someday, and we can be together, forever and always." she whispered. When ever she looked up at the starry night sky, she would be reminded of his beautiful blue pelt. When ever she would feel the sun on her back, she would be remind of his warm smile, when he showed it. When the wind from the sea would dance in her ebony locks, she would remember the way he used to caress her, and hold her close.

All those things she'd miss greatly but, her day would come that she'd join him. She shifted on her hooves in the water, turning her head, and blue orbs looking to the filly. She nuzzled her softly. "Oh young one.. Our beloved is gone." she said to her. "But we and many others will not let his death be in vain." she paused a moment, looking out to the horizon, where the water and sky met. She could hear the echos from the wind, calling her back in time, back to him. The thought of it made her smile slightly. She would be with him again, one day. "My dear, I don't think I even know your name?" she said to her.

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At first alarmed by the sounds of water splashing from footsteps behind her, the filly's tiara spun around on her should with haste, ears pinned back only for a second. Worried it was one of the duo killers, in quick relief her ears pricked up in surprise to see the elegant blue dressed mistress herself, Elipsis Blue. It was known well of the love she and Para held, so it seemed like an honor to even be spoken to by she. After all being the child of what one could say is a whore, at the surprising least Jolicia was expecting the mare to chase her away from the Wolf's corpse, but she didn't. Stepping to the side as she watched the refined dame draw near in the water, Jolicia couldn't flap her tongue from out of awe, not yet able to reply to the honorable woman. 

 Watching another caress and kiss her father made her heart lurch in her chest, it was really starting to sink in her heart and mind at how loved her patron was, by everyone. Tears welded up in her chocolate orbs hearing Elipsis' words, it made Jolicia wonder if she'd ever find love so true and not just be another addition to some brute's horde. In a way the young maiden felt like she was intruding on their private moment together, yet either the cold of the water kept her still or just the shock truly sinking in restrained any more movement out of her. 

 Between being startled and surprised, she jumped a little when suddenly the blue elegant lady was nuzzling her, but to her own quick surprise did she return the affection. A sob caught in her chest, trying to hold it back the best she could. Doing her best to be a strong daughter of Paradisum. Jolicia had never been given such soft caring touch by even her own mother, her own mocha gaze followed where Elipsis looked, "I don't know if I meant much to him, but I know a stallion as great as he was loved by many and should have never went this way Ms. Elipsis. I plan to help make sure this won't be in vain" Saying quite bravely for the youth the yearling held, only a small quiver of her lower lip showed any sign of possible fear. It'd be a grand task to fulfill. 

 "Oh.. um.. I'm Jolicia.. out of Essix, I doubt you'd know her. She wasn't the social type." Jolicia half smiled a bit embarrassed with having a mother like so. And it wasn't because of the antisocial that was embarrassing. Looking up to the fully grown and mature roaned out beauty, the greying golden yearling would have given anything to have a mother like Elipsis. Already she knew the children of Paradisum and this mare had to be splendid souls that had known what it was meant to have two loving and caring parents, something Jolicia would never have or understand. Marvel and admiration filled her mocha pools, "I doubt any in the herd really know who I am, I'm just the random filly in the background of things." She chuckled halfheartedly, feeling like a peasant's child among royalty more times than not, especially right now.

Laredo

[Laredo]

Elipsis Blue



Hearing the sob the filly let out, she held her tight in reassurance. "A good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if the circumstances have not changed one bit. Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost one will be sealed inside to comfort us.” she said to the filly, hoping she'd find some comfort in her words, and take into realization that, she'd be here for her for a shoulder to cry on. She didn't care if she was like 'royalty' to the filly. She saw herself as an equal to others, just capable of leading others, and one that Paradisum trusted. She had been one the Blue Wolf's special women yes, but that didn't ever go to head during the years she was his lead mare. She hoped that the foal she carried would be apart of ending this great sorrow, and take his place as a king of the Islands. It would be quite fitting, and ironic, for the death of Schindler and Magdalena be by one of their own kin. She prayed in her heart for it to happen.

Her auds perked, listening to the filly speak her name of Jolicia. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you young one. I hadn't met too many of Paradisum's foals this past year. Nor any in the time I had been absent from here." she said to her. She almost wished that she'd been around back during those times, so that maybe she would of put an end to Schindler, and Magdalena, and maybe they wouldn't of had this mess. But, knowing her luck, there would of been others besides those two, to take away her Blue Wolf. She felt like such a damn fool for leaving, all those years, and not seeing the big picture. He had needed her, and she had needed him. She cringed slightly as she felt the foal inside her kick, and stretch just right to hit a nerve, and make her feel a bit uncomfortable.  She understood what Jolicia meant by her mother not being the social type. Paradisum seemed to of had many that were like that over the yeras, that were those quiet seductive types. It was a weakness that the Blue Wolf seemed to have, she remembered.

"Not many probably do know who you are.." she started out. Since her mother was one of those types, Jolicia had probably gone pretty much unnoticed for most of her life by the herd. "But I have a good feeling that you will surprise them all, when the day comes that you help lead us into the war to bring this great sorrow to an end." she said to her. "I don't know what you meant to him while he was among the living. But, I am certain now that his soul has heard your vows.. And I am very certain he would be very proud of you for being brave to have yourself set you take on such a dangerous task." she said to her. There was no doubt that trying to take on those two would be nothing easy, and there would be no way that it could be done alone. There would have to be enough in numbers to overthrow them, but she was certain that there were plenty, especially if there was some one to lead them.

She looked back upon the blue corpse, and a few streaming tears ran down her cheeks. As apart of the Lakota culture she grew up in when she was young, respect and reverence was given for those who have passed; in a mourning process that could last up to a year. This respect is often expressed through grief. And they expressed their grief through, singing, crying, wailing, and doing bodily harm to themselves. She'd never hurt herself in any grieving process she'd experienced, but often thought about it, even now. Death as an inevitable equalizer, something that happens to all living things despite their achievements on earth. It was all too true, this time was no different from what she'd experienced. She turned back to Jolicia, and nosed the filly on her neck. "If you feel up to it, you may accompany me, so you are not alone." she said to her. "I wouldn't mind having a bit of company." she added.

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