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News:
11.26.04--Fensh finally gets off her lazy bum to work on the journal!

Important Posts:
#4: Finding the Rune

Friends & Family:
Fenshae:
The good-natured, if eccentric, caretaker of Benitrad; a self-created were-anthro-thylacine, writer, explorer, and self-trained medic, Fenshae has more life-experience tucked up her furry sleeves than one might expect.

Morgana:
The only other musteline in the family to date, and an eccentric one at that. She smells eternally of rum, is laid-back and serene but quite adventurous and eternally curious. She's vaguely indisposed to Benitrad's presence, one way or the other, and since she doesn't appear capable of speech, nobody really knows exactly how she feels.


Posessions:

Discovery of The Rune

I, Anita Fenshae, have always been considered something of an eccentric by those who do not know me. Those who have come to know me, or even to know me well, don't argue with this. The truth is, I really AM a little abnormal, and have always hovered just outside the bounds of society. I couldn't stand being human, so I researched and devised a method, a blending of science and magic, that would enable me to shift into an animal form; after some mishaps, I developed an anthro form, and now hop around between the three. Repeatedly. To make matters worse, the form I chose to take as a secondary body is that of an extinct marsupial. It gets better.

I've also always had the unfortunate habit of forming ownerships and friendships with various mythical or otherwise extraordinary creatures. I always end up having to break bonds with them eventually, when they outgrow me or adventures send me elsewhere, but half the time my nomaid wanderings only manage to acquire me even more companions. It's a plague, really; half of them never even come to fruition. Like that icecube that refuses to melt but also refuses to hatch....

So altogether, it was no surprise when I, having gotten wind of a particular location where it was rumored there were certain magic runes, of which there were certain animal spirit attatchments, set off on a journey to find them. I wasn't doing anything better with my life, right? Of course not.

This led me on a two-day expedition out into the wilds, hunting for these runestones that I'd heard about in rumor. Altogether it was a seedy mission to begin with, made worse by the fact that the further out I got, the more I realized that my source might not have been the most reliable....

...but all the worrying was for nought. The rune itself was easy enough to find, more or less just lying there out in the dewy grass one morning. I picked it up, tilted it, examined it. Sure, it matched the description. I looked around. Nobody was watching; seemed to be mine. I pocketed the rune--which was still rather cold and moist--and decided to go home and see what I could get out of it.

...Here's hoping this rune works out better than my chunk of ice. Or that Australian instrument. Or....

Oh, buggar this. I'm cursed, aren't I? Ah well--if nothing else, maybe the pet rock will come back into style.