<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As he worked his way back into his pants, he sighed as her question. His job was one that was commonly misunderstood. It had distanced people from him since his first day, and he had hoped to avoid having to explain his line of work to Isabelle. However, she had asked, and he was not one to deny any person information.<br/><br/>"I am a swordsmith," he started out slowly. His voice was full of apprehension, afraid to give her the next job, lest she be afraid of him. "I am also...a contract assassin..."<br/><br/>Though he was proud of his work, when it came to talking about it socially or with those who did not know the field, he always felt shame. The scars that lined his body were a testimony to his years of having his job, and he did feel his job was a necessary one, but the shame he felt when he discussed it was always there.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div align="center">(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz360/aia_taino/Isabellestarter.jpg)<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">~Isabelle~</span></em></div><br/>Isabelle purred at the idea of his profession. Those lucid eyes lit up brightly as she approached him, letting her fingertips trail his scars. "So every on of these has an interesting... possibly gruesome story?" She purred again and giggled, than kissed his cheek.<br/><br/>"You might have just become one of my favorite people, Gensokian."<br/><br/>Isabelle was an odd one, her people strived on chaos and disorder, lust and pain. Such were the ways of the Kitser Clan, a breed of Cat Goblin some would say.. but the Kitser were a little different.. a lot darker than their Catawambus brethren.<br/>