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Standing upon the grass of the Seiryu Compound, blessed by the thunderous boom of Goro-Goro, the Toad Onna-Musha Seiryu Hina contemplates the consequences of the upcoming war. She, of course, is most excited for the many hou-zi pelts it will bring her clan. "Even death has benefits. It can fertilize the ground," she quoted Uncle O, turning to her children standing close to her. @sapphic_spidy @ReverseNebula

Never talk abt my good friend richard source like that ever again …..!! For realsies the art maybe idk but his writing is beautiful .. merry christmas xxx

T H E K U R A I M A C H I 暗い町 The Way of Life 生き方 The Geiko of the Kuraimachi are an order of women whose duty is to uphold the oyashiman culture. They are disciplined in both body and mind, for they stand as both artists and soldiers. Where many carry steel alone, they bear melody, dance, and resolve. The presence and performances of the Kurai Machi Geiko are not performative alone, but a declaration of the constant battle to upkeep their culture and people. Traditionally, the Kurai Machi Geiko are spotted by their exquisite wardrobe and hair, their expensive jewelry, their high geta and most notably, their face which is painted white as milk, with teeth black as charcoal. They are truly like no other, almost embodying an ethereal level in appearance. To walk the path of Geikohood, every movement must be disciplined, every note precise, every strike deliberate. Therefore, the Geiko is to suffer as she does showcase. To endure, above all, to perfect the union of art and war. “No mud, no lotus” Quote 3, Little Pink book, Uncle O. Duties of the Geiko 芸妓の職務 1. Artistry 芸術 The most notable knowledge of a Geiko is their mastery of arts. There are several avenues for this that a Geiko must master: An instrument of their choice (such as the shamisen, koto, or biwa), traditional dances (such as Nihon Buyo or fan dance, Kabuki Odori or theatre dance), poetry, as well as being able to hold a tune in song. The preservation of their culture relies on the mastery of this art. 2. Bushidō 武士道 The Geiko of the Kuraimchi are expected to uphold the spirit of bushidō as a Samurai would. Their conduct is a reflection of their discipline, for they balance both the gracefulness of an artist with the unyielding resolve of a soldier. 4. War 戦争 The Kurai-Kuni Shugonate is a militaristic country. While their primary calling is art, Geiko are expected to also stand as defenders of their country and allies in both times and peace and war. They heed the Shugo’s call without question. Moreover, in times of battle they also uphold the spirits of Oyashiman lives through their art. “The strength of a nation lies in the dedication of its people” Quote 16, Little Pink Book, Uncle O. Hierarchy 階層 The Okiya of the Kuraimachi, or household so to speak, runs with a rigid hierarchy. These titles are more than words, they serve as reflections of the skill level and dedication of the individual who bears. Each rank is earned through a set of trials that showcase the endurance, mastery and commitment of an individual to an Okiya that expects no less than perfection. 1. Okami 大神 The Okaasan, or mother of the Okiya. She oversees the operations and training of the Geiko. Moreover, she enacts discipline and ensures the safety of her Geiko. She embodies the strength and spirit of the Kurai Machi. 2. Geiko 芸妓 A fully trained member of the Kurai Machi. She is a performer and a teacher to the Maiko and Shikomi. She is expected to be a member of the Marines, as well as wear her uniform full time. 3. Maiko 舞妓 The apprentice Geiko. She trains in the art of dance, music, calligraphy and etiquette. They need only wear the uniform part time. 4. Shikomi 仕込 Initiate and servant to the Maiko and Geiko. She learns basic etiquette and the beginnings of bushidō. Moreover, she does the chores of the household and learns through observation. “The love and respect for our traditions and culture is what distinguishes us as a nation” Quote 22, Little Pink Book, Uncle O.

"woah. We should go." said Noemie Devereux, handing over the missive to her sister, Vivienne. @PufferfishTrash

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A great blooming smile spread across the Geisha's face as Cheong-won handed her the missive. It was disturbing, really, how much she enjoyed the thought and act of slaughtering hou-zi. She was the #1 Oyashi racist hater of Hou-zi after all. "Holy fakk Cheong-won-san, it's like that saying: You should work doing something you love." and boy did she love killing hou-zi. "Ten thousand hou-zi dead, what's a whole genocide!"

Seiryu Hina could be described as a petty, hateful person. Which was true, she was more often than not violent, petty and demanding. She cared very little for those not in her circles, she cared even litterer for the jumoko race. But Hina met Telemachus as a boy. He had a fighting spirit and a sharp tongue, which reminded the woman so much of herself. She was a hateful person, but she took a chance, and brought him to her temple. "Telemachus is not like that...." Her pitched raised to yell at the Azdrazi. "You are wrong to hate him," her volume raised impossible loud. "He is good. you are wrong." Much like her carelessness for violence and slaughter, she did not care much for death. But through the years of many fights and victories, and personal moments shared, she had come to find the Jumoko less of a student needing to be beat, but more like a son. He had grown into a strong young man, and although Hina rarely said it, she loved and was ever so proud of him. The emotional pain hit her hard when found out. It was like grieving a child. Memories flooded her system the next couple of weeks, squeezing at her aching heart. For the first time in forever, she allowed herself to grieve. "I will miss you Telemachus, like a son. so, so, very proud."

"Holy shit bro it's like a giant rug store. my wildest dreams have come true." responded Hina to Cheong-Won

“Red leaves on white snow” “Sake purifies the blade” “Two hearts fall as one” - Okami Seiryu Hina.

“They just realized this? that the Lichtenwald is essentially demon daycare? guys.. really!?” exclaimed the Toad Hina to her buddies beside her. @Tentoa @Reckless Banzai Screamer

Seiryu Hina, the Toad Onna-Musha was known for her questionable morals. Killing a hou-zi in the middle of Iryalen might've been one of those questionable choices. However, it activated her need for blood. She was ready to kill hordes of innocents, yet in the back of her mind a strange sort of guilt carried with her. This guilt was soon replaced by the insanely disturbing need for hyper-violence that was imbedded into her soul. "ten thousand Hou-zi to kill, ten thousand druids in tow! ....Perhaps we can cause a genocide of hou-zi out of this too!"

It was early in the morning when Seiryu Hina caught wind of the news. Her duties as Onna-Musha were plentiful, among that of her business. A never ending cycle of duty, work, rinse and repeat. Always moving, always doing. However, upon hearing the news of her former Geisha teacher's death, the woman stilled. A hand moved upwards to her lips as she stared out into the city as a shaky exhale was pushed out of her lungs. She knew duty, she knew loyalty, but something that Hina did not know very well was inner conflict. Yes, this death created inner turmoil in her mind like no other. It was unusual, strange, and greatly disturbing. Like a constant buzz in her ear she could not get rid of. But when Hina eventually started to move again, to teach her own students in the Kurai-machi, she didn't berate them as she usually did. She didn't beat them when they made mistakes. She was .. . kind.

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The Okami of the Kuraimachi sat silently in her home, mediating. She showed no remorse, no inkling of sadness for the death of her fellow Geisha besides a complete silence beyond the thunderous storm of the island. There was no time to be sad; only time to do better. To check up more for her fellow sisters, to be kinder. There was always time to improve.

THE KURAI-MACHI PRESENTS: THE SAKURA MATSURI A Festival of New Beginnings 京町より授与: 桜祭り 新たな始まりの祭典 ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ “Isle at the heart Goro-Goro blessed our land The storm rages on Neon signs light up busy streets My beating heart swells with great pride” -Okami Seiryu Hina In the country of Kurai-Kuni, under a near constant cover of clouds and rain, there’s a small city named Yorumachi. Population: 3,120 people. This is where we Oyashi have moved to. And YOU are invited to celebrate our settlement with us! EVENTS AND ATTRACTIONS イベントと観光名所 （1 一）Opening parade in the streets （2 二）Shugo’s speech （3 三）Sumo wrestling competition （4 四）Performance of the Geisha （5 五）Tea and food served at select locations including （6 六）Gambling at the Casino （7 九）Local vendors available ( 8 八) Ema wall INVITATIONS 招待状 All residents of Azura are invited, with the exception of those who have previously been banned from the country.

THE OWL, THE CROW フクロウ、カラス A collection of Oyashiman styled poetry written upon the isle of Kalldur. 252 S.A. || Seiryu Hina 青龍陽菜 Okami of the Kōyōmachi ─────────────────── “The Owl” Sat above the clouds Looming gaze of that owl Sight beyond our eyes “The Crow” Oh, divine being Black wings above the world’s gaze Fate in his strange palms “Brothers” The crow, the owl Wings which soar above the rest The strange, yet divine “Of war” Bloodshed is soon near Heavenly clouds stained dark red To your call, swords draw Divine beings speak in tongues Tell me, what is it you see? “The Artist” Ordinary Soul When I die, my work will live Poems by mortal flame They won't remember my name Who are you to judge me now? ───────────────────

A strange sort of melancholy followed a certain Wick as she caught wind of the news. The death of an enemy, a friend, a sister. And for the first time in many years, Georgiana Wick allowed herself to sorrow. Hiccups of cries erupted from an ashen mountain - the very same one that Russandiel had met her demise upon.

Hina of clan Seiryu a devout oyashiman supremacist who also happens to be a dragon cultist (herald of azdromoth). she is already an a+ pocket-pal trainer with her champion, grubtoise (blastoise).