<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82770.msg3699011#msg3699011">Quote from: taino on 29-09-2010, 07:43:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><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/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>At her touch, Gensokian let himself groan playfully to Isabelle. Deciding that a cheerful expression would be nice to revert to, he let his fear of being misunderstood float away. "That is true," he responded to her question before she kissed his cheek. He leaned himself into her leps, turning his head around to return the favor.<br/><br/>He felt himself blush at her telling that he may have become one of her favorite people. "Oh, you do me too much honor," he said a bit embarrassed. "I just do my job and serve those who need me. There's nothing special about that."