Isis had always had a bit of a crush on the over achieving nekoboy Alexander. He wasn't exactly the right species to be praying on a neko, however, as he shared the wings and the voice of an Icarian. He was very similar in other ways though, being lithe and small, like a girl, with a very pretty, kind face and silver, short hair. His eyes were golden, like that of a hawk, and his wings were large enough to span his bodies height across.<br/><br/>He usually wore a button up shirt with a flimsy collar, and tan or grey jeans. He wore just that today, watching as the neko relaxed in his tree. It was a shame such a beautiful creature had to force himself into seclusion... he was only a year younger then him too.<br/><br/>He trilled deep in his throat like a bird and licked his lips, considering going over there. The very thought of talking to him brought a torrent of butterflies into his stomach.