ooc: This is made Private to reaffirm who is still in the Wentworth and where to go from here. April 29th. No posting Order
Dreams came in varying forms; those that were meant to bring comfort to the troubled mind or surface the darkest fears to prepare one for the cruel reality that awaited across the threshold into the tangible plain. Some dreams were meant to warn, others to inspire and bring forth a hope, a desire to be made real.
To the waking mind of a lone wanderer, nestled within the warmth of her den with charges laying against her, she perceived the dreams of her homeland, of her Shepard and the countless paws of their ever traveling family as the blessed sign to carry on when it appeared her path had ended. The days past she had fallen into the stagnant state she wanted no part of; sedimentary without purpose, left to wallow in her miseries as though she were the only one made to suffer. With her blind eyes, she had ignored what rested in front of her and turned her muzzle away from the gracious gifts that ancestors had bequeathed to her. Though small, inexperienced, and not of her own blood, they were still there and provided for her a purpose to carry on… even if it was just for them.
But not only them. Again the souls of the generations past granted her a gift in the form of a friend, kind and understanding with a commendable loyalty she felt she did not deserved but longed for. She could not dismiss this, nor turn her back from it to further wander down a path with no beneficial end. Rather than remain blind, she needed to see… and through her dreams, the guiding light of her father’s image, she had found the will to open her eyes and embrace this life as it had come to be, and not only for herself… but for those she cared for, make something of it and see it to its end.
By noon her resolve had grown and with fully opened eyes and mind awake she began to think. Waking her companion from his slumbers, her kind and heartening friend, she professed to him the contents of her dreams as of late and her interpretations of what she believed them to mean. Always when she closed her eyes did she see the paws of her family carrying with them the pride instilled through the bond of the pack, their love for each other and the purpose they found not only for themselves but those they were responsible for. It was more than a feeling instilled by a dream, but a desire that had grown, beginning first as a seed sprouting small leaves in need of tending. But such a plant could not be tended by her own paws. It needed the encouragement to grow by those willing to see it come to fruition…