02-17-2023, 02:15 AM
PLEXUS
✯ — You're not a monster, just a human
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Plexus Kingsford is many things. Plexus is a male, Plexus is unable to romantically love, Plexus is a healer, Plexus is a treasured friend, Plexus is a murderer. No, wait, back up, that was-!. Plexus doesn't give up on his friend, his leader. He doesn't give up on anyone in his den who needs help. He refuses to let anyone else die on his watch.
Plexus refuses to let Romulus Malus die on his watch.
Quickly bustling to his den (it still took too long, he was so far, what if his leader was dead, what if his dear friend was dead, what if, what if), his vocal cords still shot why won't they heal? so he had go make his words count. The door busted open long after he heard Romulus was brought here, shaming creeping in his throat as he knew he shouldn't have wandered off to take care of the greenhouse during the monthly meeting.
The Guru threw his basic medkit at Diego, not even looking to question the other lion. His gaze solely on Romulus, and his internal horror at the bite mark on his neck. Green eyes sharpening, noting a loose bandage and something that smelled...like chervil. His voice gruff and crackly, snapped, "Medkit on floor, use towel, water, wash the wound, press on it so it'll bleed less. Already soaking through chervil put on and bandage. Good that there's already a bandage to help clot."
Pivoting, he sprinted to his stores, the large cat shifted through all his stores to find 'where is it, where is it, where - Ah ha!' Marigold, the little label on it read. Shoving it into his messenger bag he grabbed on the way to the stores, he also grabbed a jar of flour, a pot to heat water, and several strips of cloth big enough to place over the lion's mortal wound.
Snapping at the lack of motion, Plexus began setting up the small firepit in the Guru den just for making these small things. Taking his shaking claws, Plexus efficiently began shredding the marigold into smaller pieces. Satisfied with the herb, the male set up a small wok with water, impatiently waiting for it to lightly boil. His green eyes hard as ice as he gazed out to the other two by the Kingpin, stiffly approaching and helped part the massive lion's mane to examine the wound in better detail. His heart skipping several beats as he cursed, the bite looked half cauterized, which meant he'd need to make more of the marigold poultice, and possible make burn ointment in case it caused issues later on or started swelling as most horrible burns did. He'd have to let it breath so often, and make sure it stayed clean. Pressing a spare towel against the wound, "Please. Hold this here till done." Pausing for just a half second, he added, "Sorry for being so curt, worried." He had a dry remark about chervil being better for stomache aches and already infected wounds, but the words stuck to his tongue as he worked.
The words tasted like glass and acid as he spoke, his voice straining as he quickly put out the smoldering firepit. The water was hot enough to moisten the shredded marigold and add the dry powder to it. Quickly mixing it, he gingerly approached with a warm cloth covered in the marigold poultice and gently wrapped it around the torn jugular. His heart still racing despite the wound being better wrapped, and more preventative herbs on it (and cleaned).
Securing the bandage wraps around the cloth to press directly onto the wound, he turned to the female and lion in his den. The words cracking and broken, but sheer resolve could be heard through the words, for no doubt Plexus Kingsford would rather die than let the Kingpin die, a smouldering warning in his 4 words he spoke.
"Romulus Malus will live."
(permission to powerplay interactions with Romulus!)
Plexus refuses to let Romulus Malus die on his watch.
Quickly bustling to his den (it still took too long, he was so far, what if his leader was dead, what if his dear friend was dead, what if, what if), his vocal cords still shot why won't they heal? so he had go make his words count. The door busted open long after he heard Romulus was brought here, shaming creeping in his throat as he knew he shouldn't have wandered off to take care of the greenhouse during the monthly meeting.
The Guru threw his basic medkit at Diego, not even looking to question the other lion. His gaze solely on Romulus, and his internal horror at the bite mark on his neck. Green eyes sharpening, noting a loose bandage and something that smelled...like chervil. His voice gruff and crackly, snapped, "Medkit on floor, use towel, water, wash the wound, press on it so it'll bleed less. Already soaking through chervil put on and bandage. Good that there's already a bandage to help clot."
Pivoting, he sprinted to his stores, the large cat shifted through all his stores to find 'where is it, where is it, where - Ah ha!' Marigold, the little label on it read. Shoving it into his messenger bag he grabbed on the way to the stores, he also grabbed a jar of flour, a pot to heat water, and several strips of cloth big enough to place over the lion's mortal wound.
Snapping at the lack of motion, Plexus began setting up the small firepit in the Guru den just for making these small things. Taking his shaking claws, Plexus efficiently began shredding the marigold into smaller pieces. Satisfied with the herb, the male set up a small wok with water, impatiently waiting for it to lightly boil. His green eyes hard as ice as he gazed out to the other two by the Kingpin, stiffly approaching and helped part the massive lion's mane to examine the wound in better detail. His heart skipping several beats as he cursed, the bite looked half cauterized, which meant he'd need to make more of the marigold poultice, and possible make burn ointment in case it caused issues later on or started swelling as most horrible burns did. He'd have to let it breath so often, and make sure it stayed clean. Pressing a spare towel against the wound, "Please. Hold this here till done." Pausing for just a half second, he added, "Sorry for being so curt, worried." He had a dry remark about chervil being better for stomache aches and already infected wounds, but the words stuck to his tongue as he worked.
The words tasted like glass and acid as he spoke, his voice straining as he quickly put out the smoldering firepit. The water was hot enough to moisten the shredded marigold and add the dry powder to it. Quickly mixing it, he gingerly approached with a warm cloth covered in the marigold poultice and gently wrapped it around the torn jugular. His heart still racing despite the wound being better wrapped, and more preventative herbs on it (and cleaned).
Securing the bandage wraps around the cloth to press directly onto the wound, he turned to the female and lion in his den. The words cracking and broken, but sheer resolve could be heard through the words, for no doubt Plexus Kingsford would rather die than let the Kingpin die, a smouldering warning in his 4 words he spoke.
"Romulus Malus will live."
(permission to powerplay interactions with Romulus!)
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PLEXUS "LEX" KINGSFORD!
female to male ★ norwegian forest cat ★ plague doctor ★ guru of cotc ★ selective mute ★ tags