02-03-2022, 01:01 AM
Plexus. Their newest Guru. Romulus entrusted the other carefully with their position and held no qualms about them. After all, things were beginning to pick up. The Coalition of the Condemned needed someone to handle the herbalist's daily tasks and take a load off his back. Thankfully, in the time being, his mother's knowledge guided him in being a temporary Guru. Nevertheless, the leader was glad they had someone to take up the position of Guru and lead the group into a better position than they were before.
At the soft words of two familiars, the lion momentarily paused in his walk. His violet gaze shifted to them nearby. He contemplated ignoring their distant mumbles and instead heading to his quarters to sink his head into a book, but ultimately decided against it. Socialization. Fun. (That's sarcasm.) It was required as a leader though. Plus it was his sister and a fellow high position! How bad could it be? Hopefully, if only, Abzu didn't push him around too much during the conversation.
Paws continued forward and landed before them. "The paint adds character. Why not leave it?" he questioned lightly. Romulus gestured down towards the leather as Plexus scrubbed. The warpaint upon the sturdy, dark mask signified the guru's dedication in his mind, but perhaps they thought otherwise. Nevertheless, the lion wouldn't impose on their cleanliness. There was no need.
Following his question and the other's pat on the ground, he settled down and offered a glance over towards his sister. For a moment, he peered up at her crown, only to look back down. "You look intriguing today," came his genuine comment. Romulus wasn't sure what else to say in greeting. Since the others started the conversation, he left it to them to continue on.
At the soft words of two familiars, the lion momentarily paused in his walk. His violet gaze shifted to them nearby. He contemplated ignoring their distant mumbles and instead heading to his quarters to sink his head into a book, but ultimately decided against it. Socialization. Fun. (That's sarcasm.) It was required as a leader though. Plus it was his sister and a fellow high position! How bad could it be? Hopefully, if only, Abzu didn't push him around too much during the conversation.
Paws continued forward and landed before them. "The paint adds character. Why not leave it?" he questioned lightly. Romulus gestured down towards the leather as Plexus scrubbed. The warpaint upon the sturdy, dark mask signified the guru's dedication in his mind, but perhaps they thought otherwise. Nevertheless, the lion wouldn't impose on their cleanliness. There was no need.
Following his question and the other's pat on the ground, he settled down and offered a glance over towards his sister. For a moment, he peered up at her crown, only to look back down. "You look intriguing today," came his genuine comment. Romulus wasn't sure what else to say in greeting. Since the others started the conversation, he left it to them to continue on.
ROMULUS MALUS
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