Bas Rouge

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Stasia, The Dane, Adrian.

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Got a handler now it's official. I've been bought for 100 gold. Collared by Evelynne.

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The Humiliation of Bas!

Musgrave is declared King Asshole Fisch after he forced her to wear a blue puffy sleeved dress, shoved a whore painted sack over her head that was complete with obnoxious makeup and yellow string hair. To top it off was a mer-meat ball gag...the flesh in which was a natural aphrodisiac.

Soon enough the shark had her passing out flowers from her basket full of posies as she hummed the nursery rhyme in the main hall.

The shark made well on his promise to see she paid him back for his loss of coin that was entirely his bad gambling self's fault...

But Bas is set on her revenge and she'll be looking to net him in real soon for her own sense of payback.

Monstrum: Well when you are standing as tall as you can and you only come up to this beasties knee you get the title: The Biggest Baddest Wolf.

What an unfair first fight to test the canine for the arena. Even against the odds she brought the monster dangerously close to the red health line but after sustaining broken ribs, a shattered left shoulder, claws through torso and more...the schutzhund was forced out due to blood loss and loss of consciousness.

In the end BBW was impressed and did not get sold off to a shark named Musgrave to add supplies to his meat shop. There is something to be proud of.

Getting new armor soon courtesy of Gladiator Grimm.

Not a boat...a boot...

Mashenka: Big Bad wolf with big bad boots. Promises of bratwurst on the horizon.

Nayara: Bronzed neko to spar to impress the wolf. Could have rung that clock but face was off limits.

Safira - Bloody monkey knife and undercooked sausage. This tiger is two sides of fucked.

(A recollection of the early life of Bas Rouge, amidst flashbacks...and in between fill ins on parts not known by Bas.)

I was born in a little French village...bred to be a soldier is what they told me. I was apart of a program that would be used as a protection force for the German army. Labeled for the 107th Infantry. All of us..studs and brood bitches and all were canine types. Some rotties, some shepherds, but all purebloods. I was bred from pedigreed stock of Beauceron. The program included basic academics (reading, math, history, writing, music, science, languages: French and Common) and we grew up mostly like usual children in a large boarding home situation. Can't beat 3 meals a day even if it was bland gruel like porridge.

Self defense lessons started at age of 12 onwards to 16. There I learnt Savate; kickboxing. This is when things got a bit strange. A bunch of different countries came over and what I could only describe as some sort of silent auction brought us. Split everybody up and took them to different locations. I was deployed to Germany. And things get a bit hazy.

I was like some sort of test rat...memories are sketchy at best. But I remember serum, many...many injections. Top secret files stacked high with medical records. I was end and out for days. I remember the grogginess...the immense pain. Blood shot eyes. Increase in breathing...breaking out in random sweats and fits of anger. Seizures. My muscles growing...rippling through my skin! The machine I was hooked to flat lined a few times....My heart stopped? Restarted... I don't know what they did to me. In the end they said it would enhance me for the battlefield.

(repressed memory)
The doctor began strapping me in a chair and read off a list of commands. On a screen there would be displayed the correct answer. Choosing anything but the correct answer would send an electric current throughout the body.

Next out of the chair and saying the command. Given a serum that made me feel numb and urged me to follow their commands...my body seemed to involuntarily recall the correct action and move to do it against my own will! Soon it became second nature. Soon it is just right to do. Now I do not hesitant to perform the action.

-Warg genetics was introduced to Bas's bloodlines giving her a boost in strength, speed, pain tolerance, and recovery. The serum was paired with suggestive triggers and shock therapy associated with a command and a detailed description of the correct response to it. The subject subconsciously feels the urge to respond to it over time in behavioral programming.-

The progress was a lengthy two years before the next part of my training. I met the rifle and fell in love. I was appointed under a handler who was a soldier. I was apparently some kind of soldier now even though they would simply refer to our unit as the Schutzhunds. We were taught about all the pieces of a gun, how to shoot, how to clean it. Everything a soldier would ever need to know. How to track and use our noses to uncover land mines, bodies, etc. We were an unwavering force in the face of an enemy we had no fear...the serum suppressed it and gave us unnatural courage. Throwing ourselves in front of bullets and taking absurd amounts of damage. I ranked #1 in my class when it came to guts and fighting. I learned the German language quickly and it became my preference.

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