This is the in-character journal of Kyara Corvi, a girl born to Italian parents living in England in the 1700's. Due to strange events (such as being transformed into a fox girl), she leaves her parents in search of her destiny.

This journal tells her story.

Except for a light cough, I think I'm over this sickness! I could dance with joy! I'm back to my normal duties aboard the ship, and I couldn't be happier. Scrubbing the decks with dirty little brushes, hoisting and stowing the sails, and tying up rigging aren't the most glamorous jobs that exist, but they certainly beat staying cooped up in the sleeping quarters, that's for certain!

Oh, what else. My days as of late seem to just fade into one another.

Ah yes! It seems I have an admirer. The first mate of this ship, Thomas Parry, is, I believe, twenty six or so years of age, but stumbles over himself and stutters his speech when I come near, like a smitten schoolboy! It's very endearing, if slightly annoying... it's hard to hold a conversation with someone that tries four times unsuccessfully to say any word over three syllables and won't stop fidgeting. I guess I haven't been helping. Sometimes I'll walk up behind him and ask him a question out of the blue just to see him start, turn on his heel, and "um" and "er" his way through answering. He's also unusually helpful, asking me often if I'm okay or if I need anything. He brought me my meals when I was sick, and told me wild stories about his travels on the seas. I have to admit that I do have feelings for him, somewhat.

I have to wonder what he sees in me, or why he likes someone that looks so different than the average human woman. Is it a perversion of some type, or is he really interested in me? I guess I won't know unless I pursue it, but I do have my concerns.

Well, the sun is up and it's time to get to work.

Until next time!

Out of Character Entry! This entry is written notin-character with this journal! Usually this is done when there's anupdate of some kind, or new art of Kyara to show off. :D

Spiritwolf77 finished with my commission. ;D

( It's behind the cut. Worksafe, just a little large in size. :D )

This is so close to perfect, character wise. My gosh, I'm so happy with this art! *does a happydance* Well worth the money I paid, that's for sure!

Ye gods, I never thought the ocean could look so beautiful. I think after a week stuck in the sleeping quarters, anything not in that damned cramped space would have looked heaven-sent. I thought I would go crazy if I didn't go outside today, so against the medic's wishes I went outside and breathed fresh air. It was, I think, the sweetest scent, the most lovely breeze, the brightest sunshine I have ever experienced.

I feel a lot better, obviously. I'm not coughing nearly as much, and I can walk around for a while before I begin to feel lightheaded and have to sit down. To anyone reading this: never get pneumonia. If pneumonia was a person I'd stab the bastard in the eye with a rusty dagger.

Not much new to report, otherwise. I've been told the wind is on our side and we may even make it to Santo Domingo ahead of schedule. I'm in no particular rush; the crew and other passengers are all relatively easy to get along with, and the Captain has been kind enough to pay me visits while I've been sick.

Something else interesting has been happening to me. I have been having recurring dreams. The strange part is that I can't really remember what happens. It just...feels the same, every night. Like seeing a familiar face and not remembering the person's name, or having a word on the tip of your tongue and being unable to recall how it's said. A bit frustrating when I think about it too hard.

Thinking back on everything that's happened to me in the last couple of weeks, it makes me feel like there's some purpose to all of this -- that my change into this vulpine being was not some random magic thrown at me. Who knows where my journey will take me? Not I, that's dead certain, but I think someone, or something, does. I have more thinking to do.

Until next time,

I must say, my luck has gone quite a bit downhill since the last time I wrote.

I suppose I'll start with the beginning. A few days ago we ran into a very nasty storm. Rain was sheeting down and everyone was doing his part to make sure everything was tied down. Sails were drawn so they would not be ripped by the wind's force, provisions were covered and the lower rooms closed off so everything would stay dry. I was one of those helping, and I was absolutely soaked to the skin. For hours the storm raged on, and finally cleared the next morning. Everyone was tired and irritable, and very cold. The storm had blown away, leaving very cold weather in its wake. Everyone was able to get warm...everyone with the exception of me, that is.

In this instance, my fur was my biggest weakness. Instead of getting out of my clothes and letting them and my fur beneath them dry, I stayed in them, shivering. Not the wisest decision I ever made, but I was so cold... I thought that keeping the clothes on would make me warmer! Seems that isn't the case.

Today is the first day that I've been able to hold quill to paper. I was extremely lucky -- Captain Roberts from what I've been told never leaves port without a medic on board. I've got pneumonia, says the doctor. I have a dreadful cough, chest pain, a high fever, and I can't stop shaking. So cold... But I will live, I'm sure of it. I don't ever give up.

The doctor has told me I need to rest, naked beneath many blankets, and keep warm. He gave me a disgusting concoction yesterday that he said would help with the cough, and indeed I do feel a little better today. I guess he will give me more of that. I cringe at the thought, but still...anything to get rid of this painful cough. Luckily by now my fur is dry, so I'll hopefully be feeling better quite soon.

Until next time,

Out of Character Entry! This entry is written not in-character with this journal! Usually this is done when there's an update of some kind, or new art of Kyara to show off. :D

Gift art! Wow, my friends love me, I'm so lucky! :D


Firebringer drew this awesome picture of Kyara! She looks so cool and suave...Thank you so much, Fire! :D

Out of Character Entry! This entry is written not in-character with this journal! Usually this is done when there's an update of some kind, or new art of Kyara to show off. :D

I just wanted to show off this new icon that harliquinnraver drew for me! I think it's awesome! :D Thank you so much, Harli! :D

Today has gone by faster than I thought it would. Out of boredom, a passenger on the Sea Wolf by the name of Mikael Vargasi asked me to spar with him. We did, on the ship's deck, with many people watching. It was actually rather close, but I managed to draw blood on his arm, and so I won the play-duel and the bet (a few coins). We were talking after, and he told me he was from New Spain, told me a bit of his history and why he was in England. His family lives in New Spain, and he's going back to live with them. An interesting man, and an interesting conversation.

But best of all, he translated my parchment for me! The problem is, I think I'm even more confused now than I was before.

"Palm with blue cross
Dash to the mountain, East,
Find the entrance, only yours
Walk to the tracks
There you will see the way.
Listen to your dreams."

What could that mean? Bah, these riddles! Why are these things never clear? Ah well, in due time, I'm sure.

Oh, I just remembered. The captain has said this voyage will take up to seven weeks. That's a long time to be stuck in one place with nothing but water in every direction, but I'm sure I'll be able to keep myself busy.

I should head down to the sleeping quarters and quit this straining of my eyes in lamplight as I write this.

Until then!

It has been a very strange series of events that has led me this far.

I suppose I should introduce myself, as I may not be the only reader of this journal. Who knows who may find it and wish to know my story?

( Perhaps you? )