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Venom’s sunset eyes were forced upon the decrepit objects that scattered the plains here. They were interesting and mysterious, and she couldn’t settle on one purpose or another they were for or from. Mostly, she was being careful not to cut her paws as she walked through the deserted battlefield. However cautious she needed to be about the landscape itself, there were other dangers that lingered in a place like this.

Her attention was quickly captured by the sound of heavy footfalls to her side. Her eyes were brought up to find the massive form of a giant cat, whose markings were similar to her own. An odd thing to compare when faced with what should have been a mortal enemy. The feline’s voice was deep, but non threatening as she gently made comments about their surroundings.

Venom had grown up in a diplomatic lifestyle, and the lioness had not attacked at first sight so Venom would extend the same courtesy. "Indeed, there isn’t a place like it that I’ve seen.” She returned cautiously.

"Venom"