ash and dust | plexus ; opening/intro

[Plexus]

Plexus tucked his paws further under himself as he had a muted smile on his face at the lion's words. His unfettered joy to hear and see others actually look at him and not feel disgust or sympathy, and call him...a friend...meant so much to him. Tailed loosely waving at his side, no longer tucked beside him, the Norwegian Forest lightly pawed at the mask as he gave thought to his mask holding his war paint for battle more than his own face, which was typically sensitive and could cause immense pain. He didn't want to be distracted during battle due to heavy paint on his own face, but in the Coalition's own camp, he could keep it applied lightly, but still noticeable. He felt a muscle jerk, but ignored it as he thought about how to careful treat the leather so the paint wouldn't destroy it.

"Need to treat the mask...before paint." Plexus firmly decided, his voice hoarse from taking a long pause. He nudged it to the side this side, and languidly blinked at all the company, even Inferno, as he gratefully took the compliment while realizing he could separate himself from the mask. Plexus the cat and the mask, not Plexus the cat with the mask on at all times.

PLEXUS "LEX" KINGSFORD