ash and dust | plexus ; opening/intro

[Romulus]

ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC

'Habit.' An important part to life, but somewhat restricting. Romulus chose to let the comment fly past his head before he got philosophical, only nodding in response. His gaze followed the other's paw as they reached up to touch at their delicate features and Romulus subtly acknowledged the exposed nervous system upon their face. Violet eyes chose not to linger for long though. He looked back down at the mask again and sighed. A shame that Plexus felt that they had to hide their face, but the lion understood. The potential trauma or shame... Whatever that may be, the kingpin didn't know. He never bothered to prod. Probably never.

"You could always paint the mask itself," the large feline suggested. Furrowing his brow in thought, he continued on. "Sort of like a war mask." Then maybe the other could leave it off while in The Coalition of the Condemned. Looking back up, the leader offered an inquisitive tilt of his head. "What do you think?" He wasn't much of an artist, but perhaps he could assist. After all, was the kingpin's job to paint the guru before battle.

A subtle touch grazed his shoulder suddenly. His multi-colored mane shifted as his head turned to look back at the culprit. "Inferno," he offered softly with a nod of his head. She didn't speak otherwise, but loomed in the peace like the rest. Perhaps she would pipe up later.