Hello everyone and welcome back to The Realm of the Blood Guard. Today's topic is about a special regiment within the Prism Guard but are separate from the Prismata. This doesn't make them any less important. In fact, many of the members are absolutely vital in future events. Now as to why it's referred to as The Order of the Birds...it has to do with a quote from the show in which they originated from.
'Love...please teach love to all the little birds.'
I swear this show is every guy's wet dream because the girls' clothes were constantly being shredded during battle...but it's still one of my all time faves and I'm a completely straight girl, Sekirei. Yep, the super powered Sekirei aka birds are in the Realm and have been for some time. I mentioned them in one of my earliest articles. *cringes* I still need to fix those.
In a different article altogether, several actually, I've either commented on them or interacted with them on some level, so I'm going to do a brief...hopefully...overview of some of the more prominent members, basically the ones that will show up the most often.
The Bird of Water, #09 Tsukimi.
And yes, I am aware that I'm spelling her name wrong but the other way looked way too weird. Oh and in the English dub, it's pronounced skew-mi. You'll be skewered alright because despite her having water powers, she has a very fiery personality. She's quite the pistol that one. I'm not entirely sure why it's always her that I default to. *shrugs*
Now in The Realm, she has a wider spectrum of emotion and a rather complex character arc...most of which is not even remotely thought of yet. The general synopsis is that when the Birds are scattered by some event I have yet to think of, Tsukimi gets into some major trouble. The single digit Sekirei have naughtier specs than the others, thus making them more appealing and desirable. It doesn't help that she has blonde hair, blue eyes, a large chest, and all the right curves in all the right places. She is the perfect example of a blonde bombshell.
So due to all these lovely attributes, she is constantly hunted, but with her water powers for protection, she can usually escape capture. However, the Sekirei of Water, although well educated, did not know much about the outside world and just how devious humans could be. She was befriended by a wandering scholar and they traveled together for several months. She decided to trust him, caring deeply for him as a dear friend, and opening up about her past. This was a mistake...one that would have repercussions for a very long time.
After listening to her tale and feigning great sympathy, he gave her a gift as a way to cheer her up. She trusted him implicitly and he had not given her any cause to doubt him in any way, so she innocently lifted her golden locks out of the way so he could put it on her. The moment it clicked into place, Tsukimi was overcome by acute exhaustion, her body falling to the ground and refusing to obey her mental commands to rise. She didn't even have the strength to demand answers from her supposed friend.
For almost four decades, she was enslaved to his will, his every fantasy and desire hers to fulfill. She didn't have a choice for the device known as the radahan, his so called gift, forced her to obey his every order and prevented her from calling on her powers as the Bird of Water. The things he did were unspeakable, he had gone mad from his lust for her, but what came next for Tsukimi wasn't much better but at least trust wasnt an issue this time. Her former owner expired after being bitten by a rather helpful snake, a black mamba, which was said to be one of the deadliest snakes in the world.
The Sekirei chose to flee deeper into the woods and to get as far away from civilization as possible. At least until she found a way to restore her powers because at that point in time, the magical device was set to its neutral mode, meaning that any man could command her. Until someone actually claimed her by mucosal contact, she was pretty much a target for every male in existence.
She managed to evade the humans but not the elves, most were decent enough. She actually thought the prince was quite honorable...cold as ice but no less honorable. His uncle and current ruler of their kin in this region was an entirely different story because he was the one that had sent the snake to kill her master, knowing that she would run straight into his territory to avoid the human settlements.
He didn't hesitate in claiming her but then ordered her to kill the prince but she didn't move. He ordered her to tell him why and the radahan wrenched the words out of her, telling him that the device had limitations; to answer her master's questions, to never hide her feelings during certain activities...to which he asked about. She locked her jaw, trying to fight against the blasted trinket but to no avail. Instead of telling him, she simply did it instead. She pushed him back against his throne and proceeded to have sex with him right then and there.
Tsukimi actually lost track of time during the centuries she had spent with the elves; the opinion of the general populace about her had shifted radically during that time. No longer was she greeted cordially and when acknowledged, it was usually with disdain or disgust. The elven king had sent out a quiet edict to all those in his domain, telling them that the blonde woman was his bed mistress and should any wish to sample her then they were allowed to do so but she was to remain unharmed and the sampling was to be conducted behind closed doors as to not be disturbed.
Not long after he had issued the edict, he used the power of the radahan to make her forcibly submit to him within the bed chamber. After his rather violent using of her, he told her of the edict and that she was to obey it. She was not to fight back or make a scene in public, and she was to inform each participant of the best locations to utilize on her body for a variety of reasons. He reveled in her hate filled gaze because it only made things worse for her and more pleasurable for him. He longed for the day where that incredible spirit would break, but little did he know that it would not occur during his reign.
Over time, the people became bored with her and she was officially labeled as the Royal Mistress. She was to be passed on to the next ruler due to her longevity, her youth and beauty never fading. The ruler died of supposed natural causes and the prince ascended to the throne. He had been informed by his uncle's advisors that she was his mistress and that it was her duty to appease his darker and carnal desires so that he could remain as a passionate and stalwart king. The advisors didn't have time to be shocked when he used a light whip forged from his magical lineage to sever their heads from their bodies.
The Bird of Water stared at the silver haired elf, his pale blue eyes colder than steel. She remain frozen as he moved towards her, coming to a stop in front of her. She waited for him to claim her as the scholar and former king had, but instead pulled out a small silver key and reached for her neck. She unfrozen and took a step back.
'Do not move again.'
He ordered, his voice like the wind in the dead of winter, and the radahan activated, making her comply. He reached towards her neck once again and inserted the key into the device. There was an almost inaudible click and she lost consciousness. When she came to, she was outdoors by a crystal clear lake that had a single pier extending into it. She rose to her feet and appraised her new attire. It was bold yet elegant, alluring yet sophisticated and could be summed up with one word, a single adjective...badass.
She jumped when a group of men walked out of the forest...no, not again! She couldn't do this anymore! She'd rather die than let any male ever touch her again! They moved towards her and she could already see the members becoming stiff, straining against their clothing. It made her angry, angrier than she has ever been. She was not an object to be owned, a tool to be used, a doll used to pleasure themselves with, and she most certainly wasn't human! She was a Sekirei, the Bird of Water!
Without fully realizing what she was doing, she attacked them...with water. Her enemies went flying into the trees, all of them dying on impact. The force of her freshly emerged powers had been intensified over the years by the radahan, suppressed and folded back in on itself becoming more and more dense and that much more destructive. She fell to her hands and knees, weeping in joy an relief. She hadn't realized just how much her powers were a part of her until now.
She looked over at the men she killed, tears still pouring down her cheeks. Never again will she be fooled by those loathsome monkeys and she will tolerate the elves as a show gratitude to the newly appointed elven king that had released her from this terrible nightmare. She rose to her feet and walked out onto the pier, reaching its end she looked up at the night sky. She will never trust again.
And that's it for this segment. I'll save the rest for another article down the road. I had a feeling that I would end up focusing on Tsukimi, so I've already mapped it out into series.
Preacher: *leaning on his cross shaped weapon, The Punisher, and lighting a cigarette* Meaning that she hasn't thought out a damn thing for any of them.
Artz: *blushes from embarrassment* He's actually right about that, but I do have a reason. I've noticed that when I plan something out that I'm less likely to finish it or get hung up on transitions or even writing anything at all.
A man dressed a dark monk's outfit walks in, the rings on his staff jingling pleasantly.
Man: Ah, I see now. I was noticing the irregularities in the levels of quality for your combined works.
Preacher: What the hell are you doing here, womanizer? *eyes narrowing*
Man: My name is Miroku, not womanizer and I am nothing more than a wandering monk.
Artz: *raises an eyebrow* Get anywhere near my ass and I'll sick one of the Sekirei on you...maybe even...Mia.
Miroku: *face drains of color and starts sweating profusely* Now now, no needy to be hasty. Allow me to state my point and I shall leave forthwith. *clears throat* As I stated earlier, there are irregularities amongst your combined works. The stories in which you were simply writing whatever came to mind possess a much higher quality than those where you forced yourself to adhere to a set design or plot path.
Thus the reason many of your stories have not been updated because you are caged by what is already there, but by allowing yourself to simply wander about, the flow is smooth and possesses a greater refinement. You have literally come up with entire origin stories on the spot, not even knowing what the article would cover at all. Prime examples are Mars, Venus, Van, Neptune, most of Starsea, Tokemi, Gemini, Preacher, Death Toll, and Vash to a certain extent.
Artz: *punts him out of the article* Thank you, Captain Obvious. Not to mention that you completely ignored the Hollows and everything based around Eleanor and Clare Oswald.
Preacher: *picks up his weapon* Well that's my cue to leave. *gives her a lazy wave as he walks away*
Artz: *runs hands through her hair in exasperated manner* This is my life now...the butt of a terrible joke or the lamest pun in history. *sighs and wanders off mumbling to herself*
