This is just to give you all an IC perspective of what's going on in Kristine's head. The latest Entry will always be posted as the Intro of the Webpage, as well as here.

June 9th, 1998 (The paper is occasionally spotted with what could appear to be tears that have smeared the ink)


The shit pretty much hit the fan yesterday. I'm writing this from the Farmhouse Attic. I need to get down and get some breakfast or something. I really should. But I want to get this written down.

It started at breakfast. I caught this great catch, but my mood was going to be short lived. Alex was acting really weird, right off the bat. He was cold, almost--hateful. He called me 'Kristine-yuf' for crying outloud! He at least called me plain ol' Kristine, if not just Kris. Then Lou came to hug him. She always does, I mean they're friends. And he flipped her on her back, and almost got violent. That's when Ada and I stepped in (Can you believe it? I actually tried to assert dominance over the entire group). We found out that Alex's teacher, Moon Otter (Who happens to be the Slord Elder), ordered Alex to kill a couple of gagged and bound innocents. Yup, Otter's not very well liked at the moment. Rends-the-Dark, a Fury, stepped in, and I don't know what really happened. I was with Dusty. Otter showed up and Dusty and I left because we both thought we were going to lose our Rage.

Dusty and I walked around for a little while, and talked. Then I wanted to go back to check on Lou and Alex. Neither Dusty nor I was prepared for what we would find.

Rends was looking for us, and she told us that Alex was dead. All I could think about was Lou. Come to find out, Otter culled (Culling is when a Garou kills another because they're unfit or something) Alex. When Dusty took me to the 'house, Lou was a wreck. I was a wreck. Geeze, who am I trying to fool?

I really miss Alex. And I will never, never ever forgive Otter for what he did, even if it is the rasafrackin' Garou way!

On a lighter note, I've been completely disowned.

Kristine,

Thank you for your letter. I appreciate you telling me your whereabouts. As you read on, you'll find your effort was wasted.

I am not returning to St. Claire. A decision that was decided by your written words. I would prefer it if you severed contact from me as well. It would be for the best, for the both of us.

My accounts are still open in the general state of Washington. You have until the end of the month to transfer the contents to accounts of your own. Also, have the title to the house transfered. If you prefer, I will pay the necessary taxes for such things. Please inform me of the costs. I will only do this this one time, so please don't lalleygag about.

I'm glad to see your actually moving about in your life. I still object to this whole Theatre Arts career you've taken. But I hope you are actually trying to do something productive with the exuse you call your life.

Mother.

Good God in Heaven.  Please forgive me.  I'm losing control.  I'm losing my mind.  I had a 'Walk, and I ended up totally freaking out.  I'm suffering from something called 'Past Life', but it's not supposed to do to me what I think it's doing to me.  I don't think it is.  All I know is I'm scared.  Maybe I'm not as lucky as I thought.  I believed any 'Madness' I might have because of being a Silver Fang would be minor at best.  I think I believed wrong.  Maybe the Madness hits me in my dreams, warping the manner my mind percieves them.  I guess, then, I'm sane--as long as I don't sleep.

But I can't do that!  I'm scared, God have mercy on me, I'm so damn scared! ---Journal Entry after a really disasterous Sleepwalk.