When I'm Mad, don't Expect it to be Dull. (open)

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    Vivian sat in the middle of the small room, brooding. She had been idle for month's and needed to do something. Having left for awhile not many cats remembered her. She doubted even Capone did. She had come to the Elite for such a short time, but she was back now. She was back and ready for blood. Vivian wasn't mental, she just hated. Hated a lot. And right now it was time for people to know her name once again. She let out a low growl. But the growl reverbrated off the walls. Someone could have heard it.


    OOC: If anyone does remember Vivian please tell me, i'm curois.......

    Veneno Mori's ears perked at the sound of a growl echoing down the halls, and the son of the title Sipereo turned his head toward the sound. Blinking for a little, the brown tabby's odd eyes were bright. One light prussian blue eye and one deep copper eye.


    Paws landing softly on the old carpet as Venny made his way over toward Vivian. Cocking his head to the side, the brwn tabby carefully sat himself down beside the she-cat. "Hello there." Veneno Mori meowed, blinking a few times. "Why have you growled?"


    His name in latin meant 'to die of poison', and true to his name the tom had a fetish for poisonious berries. Venny was very odd on the inside, but outside we was a well mannered perfect little tom. The brown tabby believed in many cult beliefs as well, such as summoning the dead. The voice in his head, Hyrin, didn't help much with that fact. Well, when the tom first met Hyrin, he called him Hichi by accident. So as far as Venny knew, Hyrin was Hichi.

    Vivian whirled around and flicked her purple eyes over the Tom quickly. She could tell something was off about him, but she wouldn't say anything, not yet. She forced her ebony fur to lie flat. " I have growled due to the fact that I am in a bad mood." she said, sharper than intended.