ash and dust | plexus ; opening/intro

[Plexus]

Plexus looked down at his mask, and thought for a long second, "Maybe for battle only." A sly smirk tugged at his muzzle at the thought before he dropped it for a kind smile at Romulus and the other two with him, "Better to be used to no mask around...friends?" His voice was starting to give a bit, so the Norwegian forest lightly hummed as he thought about how to go about the process. A war mask did sound like an amazing idea, but on the battle field only. As much as the cat wanted to hide, he knew it wouldn't help his issues. It'd enable them.

While he toyed with the idea of the mask in paint, Plexus vaguely recogonized the slight tingle in his throat. His were words scratchy as he talked more than he usually did in a day. It felt oddly nice to feel his vocal cords twinge and pull as he talked. He normally avoided talking, or only said a pawful of words (nevermind he said 3 pawfuls of words so far but still, he commended himself on progress). Mentally patting his own back, he hoped his voice wouldn't give out completely before the conversations ended.

PLEXUS "LEX" KINGSFORD