[Klayko]

Ivan was clearly tired before, but walking only ensured that this chase was just about done. The feeling he felt would only get worse. His body would glisten with sweat, his heart would race, but not by much that it would render him in anything life threatening or worse. Finally, his mind would be lost in a haze of lusty thoughts. He would be aware of everything, but it would be clear that the thought of fear would be well gone as this predator seized him up into the trees, the sound of claws ripping through fabric heard alongside what was possible purring and moaning.

Jaxon flinched at the cut, his jeans torn as he noticed a gash of slashes across his calf. He dared not try to wipe it, but his hands did come across a clear substance instead. Whatever it was, he could only curse in fear of it being a poison. His mind was distracted by Ramonda and surviving as he practically limped towards her once she fully helped him up.

"I uh think it did something to me," he stated, his mind finding it really hard to concentrate, emphasis on hard as he was trying to fight against a strong urge to start pitching a tent in his trousers. Still, Ramonda seemed to be right. He could see such beasts practically hanging on the walls of various hotels, toying with prey that was trying to slip by.

"Okay, let's go to your house."

He followed her, unaware of it being a set up. Once he sat down on the couch, he began to look over the wound. It wasn't too sharp, but his eyes widened as if trying to fight against an influential drug against his mind. As he tried to resist, two instances occurred: He was now locked inside the house and there was obviously something there waiting on him.