toasty, like my spot in hell

The brute stood tall as he looked towards Hanako, calling her name in questioning tone. His voice seemed to cause a strange reaction in the koi-marked fae and his ears swiveled towards the alarmed breath. The giants brows knit together as he watched the visceral response to the sound of his purring baritones. Chimera held himself still, allowing the woman space and time to react. She was like a spooked animal; fear driving her mind and actions. He gave her a moment to collect herself, simply standing still and watching. Finally, her posture loosened and, with the realization of who he was, the spotted fae began to speak.

Something in her voice spoke of being broken down, dragged through the mud, and left for dead. Maybe it wasn't just the voice, it seemed to actually be in her whole demeanor. Mismatched eyes, only one seeing, narrowed slightly as he looked her over, attempting to find what he had missed. The woman was usually bubbly, talkative and somewhat flirty. This was entirely different from her norm. Taking a slow step forward, the brute decided to take the direct route. “Hanako? What happened?” One huge, black toed paw reaches out to gently tip Hana's muzzle upwards, bringing her gaze to meet his own. Though she had healed some, he could see the mess of her face and, as his gaze moved along her smaller frame, the signs of prior damage were bare for all to see.

"Chimera Klein"