In the lowlands of the Wisteria Wood, the wisteria trees grow taller. From some, the wisteria curtains hang much lower. Down here, there are more lakes. Every now and then, a formation of cranes flies by. Almost as often, a few land.
Here and there throughout the wood, companies of samurai knights are on the march. They ride aback yaks, mules, great boars, great sika stags, or great serows. (Rumor has it that the ninjas LOVE the serows...) Some of their steeds are barded. They patrol the Wood, protecting it. (Or rather, that's what the shoguns tell the public...what little of that there is out here.)
At this time of year, the wisterias, rhododendrons, and cherry trees are all in bloom...but on the backside of it. The cherry trees have just about shed all of their blossom petals by now. Not three months ago, the cherry petals were everywhere, like organic snow in the springtime...
High above the Wood canopy, the sun beats down. Good thing the trees are taller and more dense down here...
Down here, alas, they're much less dense...for this estate is what they call Sotomura Manor. A great samurai lord lives here. Or rather, he's greater than most...but still a sight less than the shoguns. He's working on it, though. He works on it so much, that he's almost never home.
And for a certain Galician blonde who lives here, basking in the high life in her husband's absence...that's both bad news, and news that's too good to be true.
From a hole in the estate, a Japonic hare comes out, on very long hind legs, and looks around. His power is the envy of a lot of female creatures...even if he is destined to become a predator's main course.
Here and there, a red squirrel scurries. They do a lot more of that in the trees.
Bird baths surround the main house of the estate. Here, many local songbirds come to drink and bathe. The most frequenting such birds include tits, thrushes, sparrows, reed warblers, pipits, grassbirds, finches, buntings, and bulbuls. They're all brightly-colored...which means that they're all cocks. What's worse, this particular bird feeder seems to be stationed near the window of the main chambers.
On some days, that window has a splendid view of the lady of the estate, as she changes into her lingerie...
Meet Gabby Márquez. She's a Galician blonde...imported directly from Galicia. Once in this Wood's history, there was a time when Portuguese and Galician conquistadors would roam recklessly throughout the wood, burning wisteria trees and murdering locals as they went along. Now, though, all of the Portuguese and their allies have left...as have all of their rivals, the Dutchmen.
Now, Gabby is a trophy wife; a solitary blonde surrounded by a sea of Japonic men...as well as the occasional Japonic femme. And they're hardly the only foreign/non-white weirdos she's met around here.
For now, in her husband's ever-prolonged absence, Gabby basks in a tub full of suds; a nude Galician blonde basking in the high life of a Japonic noble. In many ways, it does her much good. But of course, women like Gabby can't be pleased with material wealth alone...or at least, not in the long-term.
Outside, the birds sing. Many of them make very loud noises. By and by, Gabby finds them annoying.
She sighs, and stands from the tub's suddy waters. She storms over to the window, opens it, and stuffs her upper parts through...including her topless hooters.
"WILL YOU COCKS KNOCK IT OFF, AND GO FIND AN OLD HEN TO IRRITATE THE SHIT OUT OF?!"
Half of them fly away. The other half stay in the bird bath, and keep making obscene calls.
Gabby sighs, and tries to pull herself back in. Alas, her boobs are too big. She...can't quite make the rest of the way in. She sighs, and keeps trying.
From here, part of a road is visible. Shit; Gabby had better get herself hauled back in before someone travels that road...or worse, stops on it. She's a white blonde chick in the Japonic part of the Wisteria Wood...which is seldom ever a good thing.
Out there in the wood, some samurai shriek, as they clash with some Dutch mercs. This frightens Gabby enough to pop her way back into the bathroom, like a cork from a bottle. She slides across the floor, facedown on her boobs, and bounces off the other wall on her ass.
For Gabby, this hurts. But at least she managed to reel herself back in before someone on the road saw her. Or worse, before those samurai got too close to the estate, assuming that battle's taking place on her husband's lands...
As much as Gabby loves her husband, she can't help but question a lot of his choices. He's not a samurai, but he supports them. And of late, the samurai have been rather rogue. Or maybe not; maybe that's just Gabby being femininely paranoid... But Gabby, at least, doesn't think so...
She runs a white towel over her topless hooters, drying them off. Next, she gets her own face. She doesn't mind her face with a little water on it...when she's at the water park. Alas, she doesn't get to go as much as she did before her husband came along. Ever since wedlock, she's been hoping to get to do it with him sometime. Alas, either his job won't give him a break, or he won't give it one. A complete mystery to Gabby, as to how that job stays married to him...
Ugh; those cocks are STILL out there. It's about time Gabby went to more extreme measures...
She ventures downstairs, into a dungeon. Down here, she finds many katanas hanging on racks. Gabby sighs. She wouldn't mind swapping some of these blades for a bō staff...
Alas, she can't use any of these; those cocks will fly away the moment they hear her coming. She'd use one as a spear; but she'd hate to get in trouble with her husband by damaging one of his precious katana blades... In Gabby's mind, though, this doesn't make sense. If you're already going to use these blades as weapons, why bother to keep them in a refined state?
She finds a lever-action rifle; a bit higher-tech than what she prefers...but if it works, she just might take down one of those cocks. And boys love to travel in packs; if a wolf pack sees its alpha die, they'll scatter. Gabby...just wishes she had some way of knowing which cock was the alpha...
She's got NO idea how to load this thing, she just now realizes. But then, she gets an idea; maybe if she can just LOOK intimidating to the birds, they'll fly away. She wouldn't have to fire a shot at all; she could just bluff about it. Yes, yes; she's pretty sure people do things like this to defend their homes all the time... Plus, they're birds. The only thing she has to lose from losing is her peace of mind...which, as much as she hates to admit it, is more expendable than her life...which is what she'd probably lose if a Dutch merc was attacking her home...
With the action open, Gabby takes the rifle upstairs. She's so firearm-illiterate, that she doesn't realize that opening a firearm's action is a means of PREVENTING its discharge, rather than preparing it...
Slowly, a window zooms in towards her. It overlooks the garden. She knows the cocks are out there. She can hear their cat-calls...and they're now more obscene than ever.
Rifle cocked, Gabby gets ever-closer to the window. She's almost there...
With the firearm, she smashes it open, aims it out the window, and screams like a freak.
"SCATTER, YOU BUNCH OF OBSCENE COCKS," she screams, "OR I'LL SHOOT!" She closes the rifle's action...and opens it again. "DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE THIS!"
Moments pass, before Gabby realizes that all of the cocks are gone. In their place, a man works down in the garden. His back is to her...or at least, initially. His back is still to her, as he raises his arms, and puts his hands behind his head.
From here, though, Gabby's arms tremble, as she gapes down at the man's butt. Never in her life has she beheld such a glamorous spectacle... It almost puts her husband's butt to shame...
Gaping, she drops the rifle...out the window. She takes cover behind the wall between windows, shivers, and leans with her bare back against the wall. She still hasn't noticed that she's still topless, from her bath.
Gradually, shivering, she slides down the wall, against her own back. She pants like crazy...despite going slow. As she does, her hooters rise and fall.
She's been belittled, by her husband's new gardener. Her legs have turned to water...not that she wasn't made of water before. Fuck that gardener; thanks to him, Gabby will never be the same.
Fuck the gardener... Hmm; interesting idea... Too bad Gabby is now too weak to fuck anyone, right now...
Outside, the gardener slowly turns around. He's a Sikkimese Nepali. He's still got his hands behind his head...but lowers them, and his arms, when he sees that that powerful crash was the firearm falling out the window. He relaxes even more when he sees that the rifle's action is open.
He scoffs, shakes his head, and handles the firearm. "Blondes," he mutters. "Always making a molehill out of a mountain..."
And, of course, this gardener would know all about mountains. Some would say, after all, that that's all Sikkim is.