Welcome to Gaia! ::

The garden of the church is blessed and bountiful, with rich colours of every hue imaginable as far as the eye can reach. Though all good things must come to an end and as you slowly start to approach the far end of the garden, you can't help but notice a massive cedar. It's a beautiful, towering behemoth reaching up towards the heavens themselves and it's leaves are green and luscious. 'Neath it's shading branches lies a small cottage, simple yet sturdy and home to the wanderer in crimson. A stone's throw away lies a clear, still lake filled with cool, sweet water and behind the house stands a large enclosed pasture where an impressive steed stands. It is of a uniform colour, like glowing charcoal; with not a hair of another hue. It measures ten feet from head to tail and eight from hoof to neck. Name that reference and I'll be genuinely impressed.

Outside the cabin's door, a small mat bearing the words "Welcome in" lies and pinned to the door is a solitary piece of deep scarlet velvet. As you are about to take the mat up on it's offer, a slight movement in the corner of your eye causes you to turn around and discover a man sitting under the massive tree. His garb is a deep red shade, his countenance is calm and atop his head lies a reddish blonde mane. Despite the shade under the tree, his eyes are covered by red sunglasses, rose-tinting his world and keeping him safe from trouble and pain. On the grass next to him lies a broadbrimmed had adorned with a lone feather. Two blue eyes open slowly and the man smiles as he sees you and waves you closer with a small movement. Still silent, he invites you to sit down and enjoy the good weather and the shade with him. There's a soothing aura about the place and you can feel the man's calm spreading to you...

Alright, please, at least semi-In Character beyond this point, people. This is my little part of the church's property and I hope to use it as a place to RP, write, tell stories about my wanderings and keep a semi-journal of sorts (Completely OOC journal here. Add me to your friendlist~ Now.). I welcome all visitors and though I'll make my way to the main church frequently, I always like it when people come all the way out here to see me and my horsey (no, you can't ride him unless you ask). There are plenty of guest beds, don't fret. The only rules of the place is that the lake, the tree and the cabin are permanent. Everything else seems to have a habit of... changing every now and then. More descriptions, both of the interior and exterior, are forthcoming. Come in and say hi. 3nodding heart

Also, I hope I'm not overstepping any boundaries by making this a seperate thread. I do hope to use it quite often, after all. If it's not welcome, I shall use my new powers to personally destroy that which I have created.

The ever vigilant kitten watches the two from her branch in the tree, swishing her tail, pouncing down onto the red ones shoulder

Her tail puffs up as she transfers to his head, staring down into his eyes You forgot your kitty! You said you'd take me on your travels with you and..and...Flipping down into his lap the kitten puts on her most pitiful expression, lowering her head and crying out her most heartbreaking mews

*snifs and shifts*....otay...*poofs back into human and sits down to eat her apple* I can't..*munch*..be mad at you...*munchmunch* anyway...

But I get to add to the journal too, yesh?

A rider approaches from the distance. The hood of her cloak obscures her face in shadow. As she crests the top of a hill her eyes land on a small cabin. A cedar tree. A shimmering lake. A few people gather in this Eden before her, and she wonders if perhaps she’s dreaming. Her long journey through the Land of Spam has left her weary and distrustful. A trick of the eyes. A mirage. Nothing more.

But her curiosity compels her, and as she nears the cabin the figures become more animated. The colors more vibrant. Could it be? Could this utopia be real?

She dismounts, and as she turns around she pulls her hood back off of her face to take a better look, still in disbelief. The light catches on her cheeks, rosy from the long journey. Her eyelashes flutter against the sun and sparkle in prismatic colors. Then she falls to her knees in the glory of Mod, grabbing handfuls of dirt, testing this reality. A single tear comes to her eye as she realizes her journey has finally ended. She has found what she once thought never existed, intelligence.

(*blink*)

A man approaches, he is a a simple man with simple clothing. He stumbles and falls and cries out in pain.Yet what cries out could not be human. He starts shaking no convulsing, and all can see that something is not right about this man. In the bright sunlight redirecting over the surface of the cool and calm lake there is a glint of metal.Half of the man's face is destroyed, revealing the torn flesh and the smell of burning and melting skin. There is no blood and inside a hideous skeleton of steaming machinery. He starts convulsing yet again and cries out in a distinct nonhuman way. He is trying to cry.

The man crawles to the lakes edge to get a drink, yet when he approaches, he can see what he has become in the reflections of what he has become. Then in the deep inhuman voice he cries out for the third time and tries to cry.

The man is a fallen angel and in trying to escape his prison he has become almost nonexistant,almost monster, and worse than anything else, he has become almost human.

the fallen angel looks around like a hunted dog, notices the unearthly aura of the wings and tries to crawl run away. He cannot crawl far, he gives up,and tryies to speak a physical language.Yough arg har to finic the jab ah asumhe tries again to master the human toungue in his mouth. YOu are hare to finich the jab I sappuse. wall get in with it. better to be be dead than human anyways.he lies still and waits for the Nothingness to enter; a few minutes pass; nothing happens: Well if you are not going to finish me off then at least let me have some time to heal.And perhaps some FUd? this body makes more demands each damn day.

The horned young man approaches, red sneakers squeaking in the grass. he approaches the building clutching a small bottle of something, a house-warming gift for the inhabitant of the cabin no doubt.

A young man enters from the expansive garden. He looks around in half-wonderment and half-amusement. He carries himself confidently, but is respectful and quiet of those around me. He is inexplicably dressed like a monkey superhero of some kind. He is carrying a tray of lemon bars, but in his bewilderment, he trips on a stone at the end of the path to the tree and lets them fly. They fall, without a mess, conveniently into the laps of all sitting nearby

Oh. So that probably wasn't too good for my first RP. Oops. Anyways, I'm Greg. Pleased to meet you.