More monster than human Tazzie is an escaped experiment. It doesn't remember too much of its life before the experiment. Just vague feelings of magic, of fire and wild before its capture and then what felt like eons of painful experimentation. Its previous master was cruel and twisted. Removing its pelt only for it to grow it back to have it removed again until one day it stopped growing back. Exposed nerves and muscles greeted its owner who took a wicked delight in abusing it in this state. Its body tender and sore was used, pieces poked, prodded before it was used as a male would use a female's body. Until one day its master came to it with an extra cruel idea, he sewed another poor creature's pelt on to its body only to be shocked when the fur and skin grew healthy. What little magic its body had left inside of it worked to try to keep the skin alive to allow its self to heal. Only to have the pelts cut from its body once the fur would fetch a high price. After all that is all it was to its master. A cash cow used for its pelt and once its own pelt stopped growing back the foreign pelts that were crudely stitched onto its body.

The creature endured this treatment for so long that it completely lost all memory of what its original body looked like. It obeyed its master, even as its mind broke and was driven to madness until one night he got sloppy. After having used its exposed body for he stitched the newest collection of furs onto its form. Tazzie noticed a bloody knife left within reach. As he turned his back to it a black furred paw grabbed the long bloodied blade and drove it deep into his body. Over and over again, blood splattering over its new form, the stone of the floor and walls. Hot and red as it used the blade like a grotesque phallus, entering his body and raping it as he had done to it so many times that Tazzie had lost count. Still it moved, slashed, stabbed and lacerated his body well past the point of nothing more than pounded meat and fluid. Panting heavily, its chest heaving it stands. It makes its escape, but as it leaves it spies a small caged ragdoll. Her body starved, cornflour blue eyes watch the mishmash monster as it comes closer to her. She trembles in the cage, having seen what her cruel owner had done to the...what she believed to have been a fox. Maybe, once upon a time.

Tazzie looks at the nude caged girl, her black furred face, body fur a pretty cream color. Her fur was long but not healthy. Their master probably only kept her around for the pure amusement of hearing her cries. Tazzie had seen him torture the cat, he never abused the cats body sexually, at least not that it had seen. No he loved the screams and cries of pain he caused the small creature more than he wanted to rape her. The two share a look, the ragdoll just accepting her fate of belonging to a new master, one that seemed to have no light behind its eyes. No, her previous master had a cruel glint, a wicked desire to cause so much pain to revile in. This monster before her seemed to be void of most everything. Blue eyes search green until...there...a flash, a quick twinkle. Perhaps the person she once was, was supposed to be shone through. For a split second she saw kindness and safety, she knew that the monster before her would keep her safe. Tazzie opens the cage and makes a follow me motion, no words needed she follows after the tall monster.