It was little more than a beast stalking after its prey, but this beast was very intelligent. More so, it was trained, sleek, and strong... and it had a scent. It breathed slowly on the wind, that scent coming straight to it with each faint blow of the window - now the crisp scent of broken greenery included - and everything in its body declared that it wanted this prey.

Gladio unconsciously licked his lips once, then moved to get closer. How long before his prey broke and ran? He wanted the rush, the run, the attack, the fight. This one was strong; it would be a good fight and an even better mate.

The venom had taken time to get to his mind to affect it, but now the delusions it was providing, the chemicals it was altering, was doing exactly what it was designed to do - to give the Chimera, a creature born of various creatures, the ability to mate with anything it so desired to - which also worked as an excellent defense.