03-18-2022, 12:18 AM
Plexus had taken an important stroll among the territory looking for many herbs that were running low; between all the scrapes and bruises and thorns and births, he had very little store of medicine left. His black plague mask, with chips of orange and yellow paint stuck to it, tipped ever so slightly up, tufted ears perked, upon hearing a very heavy crash. With a short sigh, he forlornly wished he was near literally any patch of anything useful for emergency treatment.
With a gallop, the Guru took off only to shortly arrive at the fallen feline with wings. Shuffling away any distracting thoughts, he carefully raised his large, fluffy tail in greeting, his mask cocked to the side as he wished he could take it off and convey his expression. With a thought of despair, realizing, no, he needed context, the Norwegian Forest spoke, his voice scratchy and weak, "Hurt?"
With a gallop, the Guru took off only to shortly arrive at the fallen feline with wings. Shuffling away any distracting thoughts, he carefully raised his large, fluffy tail in greeting, his mask cocked to the side as he wished he could take it off and convey his expression. With a thought of despair, realizing, no, he needed context, the Norwegian Forest spoke, his voice scratchy and weak, "Hurt?"
PLEXUS "LEX" KINGSFORD