Welcome to Gaia! ::

Dyanel nodded as he answered. She smiled, stepping up on her tiptoes and kissing him again. She then turned, grabbing his wrist and taking a step.

Come on, you really haven't meant Cheebs or Cole for that matter.

She remarked taking another step with him in her hand and disappearing with him in tow.

Libby arrives at the gate holding a large, heavy looking suitcase in each hand. She looks tired, dusty, and travel worn, and smells as if she hasn't bathed in quite some time.

She sets the bags down and pauses for a moment.

Libby is pretty damn close to being a biker chick, except that she can't afford the bike or the leather to go along with it. Her eyes are big and gray. Her arms are pretty muscular for a female, and she likewise carries herself almost like a man. She is often depicted in old jeans, a men's undershirt (or wifebeater), and an old flannel shirt. She feels she is blissfully flat chested, free from the encumberance of the bossom. She speaks with a light Bronx accent.

She has a sweet, naturally pretty face that she hates, which contrasts her short, light, yet muscular frame--a result of regular work-outs. On one of her chiseled shoulders is a tattoo of a marijuana leaf. She wears a faded white wife-beater, a pair of jeans that appear to have been through some sort of shredder, sneakers, and a plaid flannel shirt tied around her waist. On top of her short, messy, brown hair, she wears a black beanie. She's flat chested enough that at first glance, she might be a boy, but upon closer examination, one notices a slight hourglass figure that she has taken great pains to hide

"My name is Libby. Libby Ashford. I'm white--er, caucasian. I'm twenty-two. I'm here... well... because I don't have anywhere else to go, I guess."

She looks around. She's never been anywhere with architechture quite like this. She's beginning to feel a bit like she's being cross-examined and wonders if she should leave.

"The gate just opened for me, so I figured... ...I can leave, if you want."

Libby eyes the creature carefully. She's never seen anything like it.

"I know as much as you do," she says.

Libby nods and steps forward.

*The girl's face brightens as she finds hope that her presences might serve a purpose beyond her own confusion. She looks hopefully at Libby. * What can I do?

*She jumps a bit as the fire demon/human walks by, intrigued yet cautious.*

Hinote looked at FurrySoft with a small reassuring smile on her face.

"Don't be afraid...I'm sure this lovely place will accept you even if you are confused and lost." she said to her kindly.
"If you want I'll look around with you. I've never been here before and I want to see what sort of things this Pagoda has in it." Hintoe continued.

I am rejected in both earth and hell.

Perhaps this heaven would be a place for me to rest.

" It starts here " she whispered through thin lips, the red gate shining in her grey eyes. The old leatherbound book that she had carried since she was a child, was gripped tighter in her long, slender fingers.

Tail and ears drooped low in a submissive posture, she took her first step past the gates, and into a new world. A clean slate with new possiblities. And yet that was not comforting to one who does not belong.

Her apperance matched the sorrow of rain. Flat black hair, dull eyes and pale skin, hunched posture that told of fear. A misty gloom followed her wherever she may step.

Scanning the new area, she searched silently for the spirit with golden eyes that had led her here. The one she had been following for many a moon now.