“But that’s the thing, sweetheart. You aren’t me.” She moved nearer to him, brought herself a little too close to his face for his liking, and this made him want to open his mouth and snap something off… maybe her arm, or a large chuck of flesh. Either one would do him just fine, and she was perhaps lucky that he didn’t give into his primal urges.
He was looking into her eyes when she spoke again, when she let out a breath, when she let those special pheromones of hers run rampant. He got a strong, pungent whiff of them almost immediately, and although he staggered back at first, the symbiote was strong and filtered the air for him, only allowing him to breathe that which was not laced in the controlling substance.
When he propelled his body away from her, Venom took in a loud breath, crouched closer to the ground and threw daggers at the slithering plants with his shadowed eyes, that were otherwise difficult to read behind the atypical get-up that the symbiote provided him with.
Keeping all eyes on the plants and away from Ivy, the creature who crouched before her allowed his mouth to gape wide open, and with doing this two rows of sharpened, fatal teeth were exposed. There was no sound just yet, but he did speak, did let out something for her to catch.
“Wrong. You’ll be the one to lose.” It was almost too low to catch, but he was sure that she’d hear him.