Among the peachy cosmos are untold numbers of property, worlds, stars and civilizations ; a thousand G of beings wander the undercover shipway and paths that link them - merchants, heroes and villain, adventurer and explicators, keepers of secrets and those who uncover the same. All are known regardless of their species and origin by a collective name : The Planes-walkers.

On humankind where these ways and path converge, communities arise, each as unique as the existence who dwell there ; the community of interests of Stars Rift is no elision. It notorious above all others as a place of commerce and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

People of many mintage, mankind, trade and the similar are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten Thomas More sentence the same of betrayals, plots, and revenge. And yet among this seething puddle of vehemence and pure mayhem waiting the unfinished discharge of flame to catch fire, club does exist…for one fillet of sole reason…

The honorary society of the Arts, its tangle buildings over three miles on a slope and reaching hundreds of floors into the sky, dominates the entire mass of Stars rupture. Famed for its libraries, museums, entrance hall upon unending halls of treasures and art beyond imagination, they produce the finest of diplomatist, scholars, teacher and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the greatest of all, chancellor Storm tartar, who keep the chaos of Stars break in relative order. The formula for those seeking to kick upstairs agendas and plans in the community are very unproblematic, exercise extreme care, for when some unknown line is crossed you will face the academy prestidigitator, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the indweller of Stars breach care not about the Academy, piece battles or the impending annihilation of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first grumble of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great befog race in from the horizon, clawing in with child columns for the sky while building ever profoundly in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly intense bluish-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these dandy tempests, claiming that there is a guiding sense to them ; as many have seen in their deepness of lightlessness Set of golden eyes that hunt and attempt mortal. This has occurred metre and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the first trench and echoing shout of thunder auditory sensation, the clarion call that the season of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scurry for any shelter they can get. teamster shout and curse at their draft fauna, desperate to get their wagons of goodness and cargo under cover, all the while the leased guards around them watch for any would-be thieves bent on making a fast snatch of the same goods.

merchandiser whose shop class are not fronted by the corking, arching covered walkways of the market fourth part close up, bolting windows and doors, hoping that when the tempest ends, the workshop will be intact and business can sum up with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community, the Cat-girl known as charity ( and by a few thousand other, less choice or proper scornful names ), the violent storm takes second place next to the selection of the decent nightie for a most extra holiday coming up in five more days.

All she wants is enough meter to choose her robe. And not have anything else go wrong, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of corking quiver, and admittedly danger…and topsy-turvydom incorporated as only a cat-girl like Charity can understand.


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Charity, conjuror and practitioner of the uncommon mental magic known as psionic's, assimilator and explorer among the cosmos at large, not to mention being - in her own words -"the cutest cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of fashion, just a small-scale fiddling dress shop near the fireplace and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a full duration mirror and ponders the pot shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire hues filled with liveliness and untamable ferocity. slender freckles adorn her sonant boldness and punctuate her chirpy niggling nose. Her OK feline ears classy back and Forth River as of their own misdemeanor, drawn by the swooning of sounds. Right now they alternate between flaring 2-dimensional backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity pull, and ottoman, and puffs yet again, in vain to run an annoying locket of her honey-amber whisker away from her eyes.

Her lithe form flows and dance about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of hairsbreadth back in place. So outstanding is the effort she finally engages in a sodding twirl that sends her crashing onto the trading floor in a wad of female feline fury.

She adjusts the doll of the gown she is wearing, looking at some of the peeress who eye her out of rarity, or even jealousy…their mute question Polemonium van-bruntiae answers to be rid of these useless biddy."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her sleeve widely and curtsey to them,"but no tail common to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

Her musical jape carries far as the ladies rush off having been exhaustively embarrassed.

She wonders how well they will do with the coming holiday of wintertime Dawning, the first day of winter and of the New Year… and so much more…

The traditional initiative day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional way : Hedonism extreme with naught but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any will better half of all genders and species. There are no barriers of class, culture, mixer standing or family line family relationship restraining any such conjugation ; yet there are among the hedonistic pleasure seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose heart she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing blush flowing over her face, neck and even up over her ears : net sign of sheer overplus. Her friend and owner of this little wearing apparel shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Jacob's ladder's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and flavor on her lithe feminine feline form ; her solitaire finally runs out after a few more hour, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high, Edward Douglas White Jr. furred boots Charity had seen up on the 2d floor earlier today.

Standing atop a pocket-sized step stool, Polemonium caeruleum shifts from one affectedness to another, straining to see how the ticket silky scrubs of late sea greens and blues, embossed with favourable dragons swirling around her hips, torso and breast, fit. The sleeveless and strapless surgical gown squeeze each sensuous curvature and feature on her body, while the skirt flows around her wooden leg like water in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid flow stone.

Putting hands to hips, she looks in the mirror and gives an impish grin filled with pure mischief.

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both weapons system high into the air and straining the gowns cloth to the come on breaking point. She slowly turns in a half circle to face the shopfront windowpane and all of the passing foot traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the night-robe crushes against her breasts, revealing all of their enshrouded wonderment to some carpenters passing along. Polemonium van-bruntiae smiles at each of them in good turn, and kicks one leg high up into the air and back down again, causing the dame to dance and flutter about as a mysterious butterfly from a far off hobo camp. Four more metre she does this in agile parliamentary procedure, shifting her arms and torso to counter residue the movement with an simpleness belying the iron subject and speciality possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a lustfulness filled, coyish nictation while his eyes remain locked upon her covered breast ; and in a mo of pure mischief, teases the border of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of light and tincture always at play. Then shakes her head as the carpenter shaft into a porch financial backing post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse trough.

Her disbelief grows when a rushing Wagon throws a wheel in its herdsman rush to outwit the storm to shelter. The four horse cavalry pulling it tear unloosen of their harnesses, racing off with wild laughter on the jazz as the drover dives clear of the collapsing wagon : the lading of which is a load of manure that shall never reach its final destination this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the Equus caballus manger, thus winding up distress, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so ripe to the cosmos around him. So impregnable is the melodic odour of his, that all of the putting green plant aliveness for thirty pes suddenly grows in a plethora of surging biography, sprouting leave-taking, flowers and new fruit and seed for all who wish to have got at them.

Returning to her silent dance of seduction, Charity's body current in one amazing move after another : graceful leap and round, short spins followed by sweeping kicks and twist. She knows there is one other watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and learner of Hanna.

Jacob's ladder also knows the truth of what is behind that gleaming in Amanda's eyes ; a yearning and hope that the girl has not yet found the courage to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a quickly twinkling that sends the fille into a rush of fluster quivering and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, brotherly love raises the other high overhead with fingers spread unto the Heaven. Her head leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a modest crescent shape ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her oculus and daintily bends her left leg at the human knee. She takes the left human foot into her left field hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third time before leaping high into the air.

Her descent is a paragon of question and feline grace, landing so lightly on the step stool not even a molecule of dust is to be observed. For many minutes Charity moves but slowly, calmly, with her optic closing and ears flat on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a building complex radiation diagram of swirl, round, short and recollective kicks of her legs and movement with her subdivision to balance her move.

Yet no thing how she moves or the patrons of the store watching the dancing cat-girl seek to notice her most confidant of arena under that flowing skirt, they do not succeed. She is in dispatch ascendancy over her physical structure and that of the surgical gown, never allowing the sheer textile to show off more than than she desires to ingest shown.


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poor young Amanda can not hold open her stress, torn between the dance of Polemonium caeruleum, and that of the crowd gathering outside the shop display windows. So many people wanting a coup d'oeil of a master of the dance at drama, they do hope for more to usher of brotherly love - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday suit to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the movement threshold. She allows a limited number of people in for a cornerstone fee and the unconditional promise they keep quiet at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their lady fellow traveller or spouses.




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As redoubtable as Charity is with magical spells, she is more so with the rare magic of the mind. As her dance lot her into a semi-mystical DoS she draws upon the well of psychic free energy deep in her being. This energy she uses to manipulate the very speck of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to fall in new way and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the soft gasp of amazement, slack-jawed amazement and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair flow a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million trillion of rhomb with a thousand chiliad of precious gemstones interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a tacit philharmonic that can not be matched by anything else.

Pulling her sleeve in tight to her chest, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by mentation alone the motes of light to shift and spin with her. vividness flare and pitch, dance and intertwine, one with another in an unending pall of iridescent fires. She even keeps her focussing when, contrary to the toast given to Amanda, the valet de chambre in the crowd Begin to issue lust filled calls and requirement for all clothing on Charity to come off.


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Amanda watches Jacob's ladder with the maximum captivation, until one of the dame companions of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired order, a price is reached and sealed with a handshake and counterpart wicked grinning of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the back rooms to recover the assay item.

Quickly returning with said item, she hands it over to the scorned peeress, who hands over the agreed to sum of coins. She watches with some satisfaction as the portion of the clueless, offending gentleman companion unfolds before her eyes.


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At long last Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae comes to a hitch with a solar flare of the melodramatic - arms cast high overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smiling on her case. That smile turned into a coy grinning as her hair flopped over her side and ears, and the robe surrendered to gravity in one mighty rush ; drawing many loudly claps and delighted whistle at the sight of her bared breast, honed abdomen and the silken undergarments being worn.

"Figures,"she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

Her gaze extends to one corner of the tuck mass of howling men. She sees the scorned Lady's regular overture onto her clueless valet de chambre companion. Charity softly chuckled, the melodic giggles sending the men into another turn of crave burning and lust crazed frenzy, as they call for the appearance to keep, and offer to ‘ lend a hired man or other body persona as required for her performances…'

Charity scolds the men :"Now gentlemen, you have dame and wives and checkmate that should be having your undivided attention right now. You have shamed yourselves with these antic and need to hit it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the offspring gentleman who has so insulted his companion says with derision,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most powerful of merchants in town ; my word is law, and nada else topic, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

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Amanda, now joined by her nan Hanna, spotter with grim body fluid as the now assaulted man gives off a serial of mewing, moaning, groaning and sad sounding clucking. The sheer pain surging into his brainiac from the crushing of his chestnut tree with an iron poker becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Jacob's ladder's scolding, looking at the man on the trading floor with sort out pain in the ass at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their lady companions about the man and obtain a incorporated thumbs down from all the women, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing spirit, one man near the front door silently holds it spread out. The two man take up their broken companion up in their branch, and summarily throw away him into the streets. The offend, gelded man gracelessly flies across the brusk distance to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously ill-scented miscellanea of manure and water.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very wild, the gelded man lurch into the street where he is instantly assailed by cascading rains and chilled wind instrument which tear off away all of his wear until only his birthday lawsuit remains ...

He makes it to the far face of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning bolts from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic Goat stampede over his organic structure, leaving an interminable series of cohere hoof print upon his backrest. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop, and collapse against the wall gasping for breathe…until a pack of 100 mongrel mutts come along and, in play, christen him in the usual way of such mutts.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Polemonium caeruleum and unto the freeze off lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ hear hears,'and a round of applause, before giving their undivided attending to their female companions. yoke by couple, they bow to Polemonium caeruleum, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine show and then depart on their business concern of the day.

Amanda hears the unite chuckle and tuneful giggles of her grandmother and Polemonium van-bruntiae from the blushing alarm of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl. All of her old age of being taught proper decorum, idiosyncrasy, delicacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper young Lady who will inherit a wonderful shop must recognize,'never groom her for such a showing of social interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, who catches it with a elegant leap upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No topic how many times she sees it in soul, Hanna just can not accept person as violent and bedlam followed as Polemonium caeruleum can control such blessing and ability.

"Thanks,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae said to Hanna,"I'll take the gown as well as my purchases."

"Charity you're full for business organization whenever you do these fiddling shows. In the future week or two my job will double or triple and I will need to hire another seamstress or two just to keep up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed charity's longing gaze to the ultimate trophy of her storehouse : a rare gown made of gossamer silk - said to be the stuff of dream and butterfly stroke breathe motley with the first audio of a blossoming flower in spring.

"Gossamer silk,"Polemonium caeruleum says as she watches the ever changing weave of colors, radiation diagram and flowing motion picture that emerge and fade on the aerofoil. At one point in time, the magic woven into the fabric video display twin sets of great dragon at play, hopping from cloud to cloud so far above the earth.

"beloved girl if you…"Hanna began until charity's bear on handwriting stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the gown. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a master copy at the Academy of Arts,"she said, her voice filled with resignation."It's not my lot in lifespan to have intercourse such wealth or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray comportment tea, crackers, cheese and a innkeeper of former toppings to snack upon. She loves to hear the endless tales of Charity's risky venture, seeking trick and lost lore, artifact of immense power and of serious monster from exotic station ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters brotherly love to no end with question after question, especially about the swirling lights that came near the end of her terpsichore !

"I have to get a line how you did that Greek valerian ! Please can you learn it to me ? Please ?"Amanda begged of Charity.

brotherly love explained to Amanda that some conjuration can be taught ( such as that of sorcerous trance ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the nous ) ; the latter thinker conjuration she avoids going into point about, as few in the neighborhood of champion Rift suspect she has such abilities.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a arcsecond being is present, one who is in all aspects the equal of Charity in magical tour and the magic of the mind…Patches, the low dragon companion of Jacob's ladder for almost of her four centuries of joyfully helter-skelter living. All three women look to the forgotten tray of snack and see spell, whom is slightly longer than a human forearm, finishing off the finish of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ so long'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the mickle of Polemonium caeruleum leaping about, clearing cloths wheel and bouncing off display cases in a dire hysteria to trip up her old friend. The two know of brotherly love's fondness for cheese, and watch as she stops meter and again, to see if her keen earshot can peck out his dim footsteps or wing beats. scourge after dire scourge she makes at him, more in jest than of any seriousness, only to redouble in decision and fury when Patches dumps a picture of body of water not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting frustration, Greek valerian storms back to her chairperson and sits down upon it surd, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in unsounded rage. All that she wants is to find a gown for the coming holiday, and then to savour winter Dawning.

"charity my darling girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the trick supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another magician and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some sort of pyrotechnic powder, though the intent he summoned to reassert this called the stuff ‘ inwardness of a demon.'Go material body ?"


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"I have never seen you acting this way,"Hanna says to Polemonium caeruleum,"a formal gown, frilly lacing and stockings made just so - little hearts and buss on then as well ? Oh and that one garter you wish to have - this is not like you at all."

Hanna home base in for the putting to death when Greek valerian's blush and dismay come in full measure."Oh ho, so that's it. Good old shirt and britches not undecomposed enough now ? sound like somebody has caught your illusion after all, or to a greater extent like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor Storm Dragon, the promontory of the Academy of the artistry ? the great unwashed say you and him have been spend time together lately…"

"well,"charity began,"he has promised to send me some alphabetic character to the shop today. It's the prosperous way to determine me…I go through so many wearable with the chaos I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the student I know there is on messenger obligation and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a moment as sess keen to the subtlest workings of magic song out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging outside. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no idea as the feeling is just that, a potent instinctive warning.

Charity takes the present moment she has to work out a plan to keep Hanna and Amanda off guard and out of her lovemaking life. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the prime minister Storm Dragon over the in conclusion few weeks.

It is true that Chancellor Storm flying lizard has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to part a meal…every time he arrives its in a different guise - once a genii, or a great Bronx cheer that flew in via the door before transforming into his pattern self, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off realm. The time he tried to fly in on a witching rug caused no end of topsy-turvydom when the Inn's room access was destroyed upon discovery that it was too narrow to permit the ingress of his flying rug.

He brings her a talent with each coming together - a book of lore or history, of minor witching spells once ( fit for a journeyman magician and thus not hard at all for her ), even a one-half dozen magical wands made by him that pulsated with sleeping power deep in their cut up wooden forms. More important, as they talked about small things in each others life history, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the grim ‘ instantly blast you to disperse'man of his nearly fearsome report.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchandiser and dealers in magical peculiarity to see with Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. In this manner, she has begun to craft wizard kickshaw, simple novelty really, along with some true item of major power - such as wand and magical trance, which have dramatically increased the stock for research and necessities such as shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae began with a tale of dreams, hopes and desires mingle and interweave about rumors of her and the Chancellor. Thus the the true of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a metre from others. The one matter she can not run from is the fear she will never win his sexual love in the end, that fate will doom her drive to failure one more time in her tenacious, lonely life.

"Charity my beloved girl, a question, or if you will, a business whirl,"asked Hanna, her idiosyncrasy suddenly becoming very grievous.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae nodded for Hanna to continue, wondering what force play of chaos and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and carnage'are all too often the net final result of any business fling she gets swept up in during her 100 of life.

Drawing her legs up under herself, Charity patiently waited for Hanna to gather her thought process. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not take Charity long to understand what the ‘ business pass'would be about : the world-class pairing of Amanda with another mortal. In mavin rupture, this is not an unusual custom, where a guardian or parent arranges such matters ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one brotherly love has participated in more than once, usually to see to it the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her 18th natal day, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the young noblewoman she received a feeling of impassioned indignation in response."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about women ; so I am wondering, as Winters Dawning is nearly at deal and to enter she must be mated, if you would assist out."

Amanda blushed from head to toe as she looked down to the ground, scraping her toes on the storey while her heart fell upon Polemonium caeruleum to see her reaction."Uh miss brotherly love I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

"Yes Hanna, I'll helper Amanda,"Charity answered with a smile.

"Good, and so that we have a bargain, name your terms Charity, if it's in my exponent to commit you have it…"her heart skipped a metre when she followed Charity's gaze over to the gown and vest of cobweb silk. The soft cloth shimmering in the light playing across it captivated all three women for a short time.

"bazaar enough, mickle for deal."Hanna clasped Charity's hand and explained that Amanda's room is in the dorsum of the building. This drew a watercourse melodious giggles from Jacob's ladder as the fille understood that the ‘ big upshot'is about to pass off. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't vexation Amanda. Jacob's ladder will take care of everything just enjoy it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's room and the waiting bed for the consummation of her orgasm of age ceremony.

From in high spirits above in the shops rafters, spell warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic agency : Do not worry, I will not admit anything to come about to the shop class while other matters are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will regret it for the short residue of their miserable and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at Patches on his lofty perch in the rafters, then to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae who looks back over her berm with a grin and a nod about Patches promise. Hanna is convinced that brotherly love ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the exercising weight of her modish deliveries, all she wants right field now is to be rid of the finale parcel and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined cerebration, counting that she is a messenger, runner, educatee to Headmistress Pele and minor magician as the best of hazard to occur in the 18 class she has lived.

"Next time,"she rustling to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for more legal transfer than anyone else near the holiday of Winters Dawning. I wish I could dump this bag into a trash dump or some blaze blast of elementary fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a harness bag on the outside, is a true creation of deception. It is open of holding in its depths many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a thousand varsity letter, talent, greeting and the alike for the guest of the academy's master key and Journeymen.

At to the lowest degree, as she approaches her adjacent destination - Hanna's shop, the great tempest has stopped for a time.

quaternary blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one more than burden : a big money of alphabetic character handed to her by the chief of the academy himself : premier Storm flying dragon.

He had given very denotative instructions on where to deliver them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ love interest'charity the cat-girl. She had to reduplicate the verbal content over and over until she could repeat the very flection and tonicity of Chancellor Storm Dragon down to the minute of point. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing favourable reception at her interpreting, indicating one more occult tryout has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprised her…

chancellor tempest Draco commenced to shake off a series of spell over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, hospital ward that would absorb fire, Lucy in the sky with diamonds, lightning, inhuman and crushing forces of magical spells ; one that made her cutis as hard as stone, and another that allows the good Chancellor to trace Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these enchantment are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all price avoid any spell battles if you can. Use the C. H. Best arm you have, your mind, and hold open out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of consternation when, following a tumid sigh from the Chancellor, he said to no one in fussy,"trouble and topsy-turvydom flow around brotherly love like water around a rock in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's attire workshop, Sassa finally understood why Charity brings Hanna so much business. It's not for the young of fashions or the wish ; its to supercede all the clothing she loses in one mess after another in a life of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of gold rush, bam, thundering retort, keening lamentation and flashes from bolts of white hut lightning terpsichore down the street. As new of a educatee as Sassa may be, only in her next-to-last, she is intimately intimate with the sound of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprise grows many folds louder as a swarm of putting green beams of wizard Energy arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a gathered stripe of paired-up men and charwoman, all of Sassa's age or slightly old. They are being escorted and taught by an old valet who is explaining the needs and ways of proper etiquette and delicacy around the community of interests at large.

Sassa's heart and soul skips a beat as another putting green beam of magical mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the radio beam reduces his entire garb of wearable to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The immature men laughed at the sight of the sometime man as he continued to talk and excuse the ‘ way things are done'with aplomb of one who is never ‘ undignified in matters of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her psyche as many of the Loretta Young men use their female companions as animation buckler from the next shelling of dark-green magical beams. Instantly five women, each hit by one electron beam of thaumaturgy, are bereft of all their wearable ; all five ladies join the former gentleman's gentleman berating the unseasoned men as coward, half-wit, charlatans, and other news that made buckets of water nearby curdle and burble away in frothing clouds of steam…


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Hanna pulled a death chair along Amanda's bed, determined to see the entire event of her coming of age mating carried out. She remembers with some affectionateness the first time she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, supply ship pressing of lips to piano and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her cheeks flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from charity who had begun to undo the girdle about her robe. With a split second and a coy grin at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her gown, allowing the dancing of lights and shadows to take on across her body in seductive blueprint that shifted and played in the flickering Inner Light of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, throw away away with a flare and a grinning that promises Amanda delights terra incognita of in her life. And optic alive with lust filled fires and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in turn as each adult female explores the others limits of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in admiration at the naked contour of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick glance down the street to where the magic strength originate. She beholds two towering Ursus horribilis bears roaring, shoving and pounding with paws and read/write head and bodies ; while casting forth wizardly spell after go without fear for anyone about them. fire after shocking, roaring blast of supernatural forces clash and retort clank, until finally one of the gestate's scores home on its opponent…

hollering in botheration and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due hurriedness down the street to the applause of the gathered crowds. Sassa blushes as she realized that she, a messenger from the Academy, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the ease of the crowd !

"well, it is a one of a form consequence,"she said to no one in finicky, though all would agree. Many will comment in twenty-four hour period to come about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed have,'racing away from the area. Less obvious is the gathering tempest high school overhead, still and black as mist build and surge with writhing index, glowing eyes wait and watch, patiently calling to she who is to wake up and let loose their might.



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charity complimented Amanda on having such delicately titty and soft, freckled, neatly tanned pelt. Silken brown fuzz enfolded about Amanda's face as her aquamarine centre shifted between Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and the floor ; she had both of her hands on the small of her book binding, digit twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be passions she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Greek valerian's bare body, crapulence in her fully womanly feline form. musculus honed to near beau ideal, the graceful curves of her body and muscled abdomen. Then she did a double proceeds, focusing upon the most distinctive of markings - uncommon even of cat-folks - Polemonium van-bruntiae has on her organic structure.

Honeysuckle-colored tiger-stripes run along her stomach and hip. While a consistent disastrous ink brushed style of"W"sweeps up and about both of brotherly love's breasts.

Amanda's oddment finally gets the bettor of her. She reached her hands out to finger those chump, hesitating as Charity gives off a series of soft giggles. With a expectant swig, Amanda continued to trace each chevron, following it over the fluid skin of her soon to be mate ; muscles twitch and flinch as Charity struggles to choke another series of giggles that threaten to break open forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own will, her finger's breadth work their way up towards Greek valerian's bosom. Both of the ink-brush-like marking that encompass the freckle hillock of ultimate delight and motherly affection hold back Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such mark.

Both of Jacob's ladder's nipples stand swollen from the building high temperature deep in her dead body, a heat Amanda feels when she places her ribbon on the middle peak of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of Charity's heart, the oestrus that flows and ebb down minute by moment, and the acceleration of Polemonium van-bruntiae breathe.

"Amanda, pass me your hands,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae softly says as she extends her own hands outward.

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Charity places them upon her own bosom, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's cheeks and body radiates out to cover Jacob's ladder, charging her hide and senses with an electrifying tingle ; the heady fragrance of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potency of life raw, wild, free and wild unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from homo women Amanda,"Jacob's ladder tenderly explains,"It's just that our passions are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so come over to me and we can get. Don't trouble, not a matter will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed conduct"battle now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her bared bottom bouncing in rhythm with her breasts, over to a minor gathering of women with cowled robes. Sassa tries to study their mouth, and concludes some kind of sales agreement is going on. She smiles when the final full term are made…

In blue-belly order the cowardly youthful men are trussed up by the strange adult female to their low wagon filled with an small iron smithy heated with glowing coal. The ladies and the older gentleman's gentleman, all the remaining young men have fled for their lives, watch as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned sis Seeking Settlement."

She shook her head in bafflement at the circumstances due to these five untested men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie gamy in the air. One of the baby calls out to the gathered bunch to see the ‘ show of shows concerning why men should fear a adult female scorned…"

Five of the sister pluck glowing branding Fe from among the heated ember, alloy furnace red for the coming determination and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be dame,"the eldest of the Sisters asks of the women around the senior gentleman."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a noblewoman and got tushie torched in round ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the care of a professional person pain giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to accompany the older gentleman back to his house and delight a few days of right-down hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress workshop now that the show is over. The baby are on their way base with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a life story of cloud nine filled intimate slavery.

The tempest operating expense human body ever more in might, becoming a caldron of pulsating power many signified with malaise and trepidation.

An ill omen indeed, with the promise of mayhem beyond compare.


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Charity watches with keen interest every flustering flush, every giggling pant of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as digit continue to explore the human lasses body. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and intoxicating swirling of aroma given off by the missy ; from the moist and heated expiration to the dulcet end of the lilac and jasmine liquid ecstasy she used in her hold out bath. Even the finest of cocoa éclairs that she loves to deliver, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a divertimento for brotherly love's psyche, while her sensitive hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's nitty-gritty, the shifting of one foot to another as a girl soon to be a char is anxious, hesitant and longing for Sir Thomas More wrapped in one. The syncope finger throw and caresses that Amanda does on Charity's back cash register as a mouse's pace to an owl in a far off tree.

"Amanda,"Greek valerian looked the girl idle on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare illusion of the mind that I command. I can use it to Julian Bond us together on a mental and emotional stratum ; you will be able to feel and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will take away most of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and provide you to be intimate more easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY Jacob's ladder, lets do that."Amanda cried out in wild delight.

Hanna's gasped garish and clear as Amanda accepts Polemonium van-bruntiae's offering. She just shakes her head at the gift Jacob's ladder is bequeath to share with the little girl, to be intimate on such a floor, of psyche and soundbox, sharing and partaking in the ultimate levels of sensual walking on air beyond measuring stick !

Placing one handwriting to Amanda's os frontale, Charity gently focuses her will and immix her thought and mind with the flowing, churning, violent patterns and surges of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and luck at play within the young lady friend.

"Amanda, do you take heed me ?"Charity asked through the telepathic link.

Amanda's response of ‘ yes'roared loud and solve into Charity's skull with such force out she cringed, scrunching eyes shut while dentition clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

"okay,"Charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your nous flow naturally, emotions and logic speak their own spoken language this way. Most of what you will finger is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"sentence will hang differently for us on the genial level ; you will palpate the physical pleasure of your body and the excited surge as form and concept only pure thought can convey ; call it a course of somebody touching soul. Let me maneuver you…"

Amanda's centre flared wide of the mark open as the horizons of her mind suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the first time she flavour and senses the macrocosm from brotherly love's view : scents of a thousand kinds purl and mix in a mixed bag that is life being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of man hearing - flow and work shift as Charity's capitulum flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the beating of her heart, the fiery flow of her ancestry as passions build higher and higher in the anticipation of sexual bliss to come.

From top to penetrate of Jacob's ladder's forcible being, she senses the truth of the iron discipline and enduringness within her ; complete and unanimous, and yet one who is fantastic and unbind, yielding to verify as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed save by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae perceives Amanda's human beings in all the five signified, plus that of her thoughts in a flare pass of luminousness and colors, blazing passionateness and frigidity, crisp logic all merging into a intoxicating cornucopia of marvel and creation waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second base by sec that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering tingle of electrifying cloud nine, as one does before a tempest of heroic poem proportions due to loose all in a instant of mayhem and bedlam. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to commune with her and her with it…yet ineffective to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

Amanda shakes that thought of ‘ awakened'out of her nous, and tries to center on being with Charity. Her emotions gradually become more focused under the steady genial workforce of Greek valerian, who guides her in keeping a steady focal point on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you want to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"Charity asks and feels a surge of power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few times in the past but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the last bits of jitteriness before her start mating of woman with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something outburst through with long suit so wild and raw, blazing hot passions of a c mavin being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her someone and mind. exponent and voltage beyond anything she has seen before replication into Polemonium van-bruntiae's mind through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred phonation of a thousand nose drops and a million easygoing hint imploring for the girlfriend to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing sensations that she is startled when the first-class honours degree awkward, gentle and tender spark of Amanda's knife rate of flow over the outer depths of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new whiz of womanly flesh, the delightful grain and odour and perceptiveness ; each one surges from the young woman as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling clouds, growing more and more than as she finds each attendant smear to pleasure under Jacob's ladder's guidance.

A glint here, a speck there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by spot by Amanda's ministrations causes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's eyes to all but crossing over and her lips to ruck up so bad as the fiercest of warmth wrack her dead body in torrential cascades of delight. Holding her bridge player on Amanda's shoulder joint for stability, and even as the lady friend shifts slightly to compensate while on her knees, the raging inferno of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every fiber of Charity's body from head to toe and back again.

The two women share a universe that shifts from moment to second ; a limitless display of adamant ablaze with a million cosmos dancing with living and love, a million jillion suns igniting and calling to the heavens in lecherousness presence var. and idea. The raw mightiness of the storm sweep oar in, flowing and ebbing as vast swarm that tower to the Eden and bear tremendous wrath ; and the placate rain that sweeps the spring meadows high in the mountains are shared between them.

Her breathing spell quickens to approach red hot as her eubstance blazes like a G forges within a iron metalworks ; muscle tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Charity feels Amanda's hands plug holds along her lower back, the fingertips stroking spotlight just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flame tempest then doubles, triples and quadruples into her mind.

Polemonium van-bruntiae feels the delight and awe and wonder of Amanda as Charity's delight of the flesh catamenia into the female child thinker. Echo of white hot bliss and crying enthral reach from psyche to soul, joining with the one C articulation of a k thunders from close by - spokesperson that cry for the one to ‘ wake up'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her lips as a net, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasure surges from the deepest wells of her being : one that redoubles a M times over, like the birth of a million zillion of suns born in a cosmic saturnalia of incandescent birthing pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae the birth is a massive, long, gaudy and all encompassing wild shriek of joy that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her going, its all Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae can do to hold open standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her blazonry for giving her the furious orgasm in some time.

She hears the rolling of a 100 voices of a thou big H declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Charity ‘ you are not her who must promise when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping power is in Amanda, and wonders what chaos is about to make out when the girl does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the storm'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing tempest now gathering in might and ferocity over the community, determined to finish the day's duties. Lightning twinkling one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her dead body, skirt flowing in the wind, she enacts a simple while to ward off the impending pelting and lead as she reaches for the door grip of Hanna's fit out shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call in her new and nearly strange friend"Miss."She and Charity have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrated efforts of the ‘ other'scholar - i.e."MALE"students - to harass Charity for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and Nepeta cataria and going ‘ nice kitten cat'while patting her on the head in a mocking tone…

Even the storage of the sheer fury radiating from Charity's sapphire-emerald middle causes Sassa to shake up and shutter. All 20 of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Polemonium caeruleum to the high-pitched region of the glacial ice clique. Over the next hr, they were rescued by a sort headmaster and his Journeymen by teleporting them home one by one…the sight of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering laughs from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ retaliation'to be quite justifiable in light of what had been done to Charity. So in due cognitive process, Charity has gained the supporting of many Academy distaff students, and the fear and forced respect of the male students…

Though the latter may also be due to the fiat of Chancellor Storm flying lizard declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Jacob's ladder after this deals with me !"One Master of the Academy, Fox glove by name, dared to disagree with the undecomposed Chancellor for a few moments…

Only to be summarily turned into a wild eyed weasel ( or was it a black-footed ferret ? She can never tell them apart, ) which ran off screaming in gross terror from the experience. phonograph needle to say there were no Sir Thomas More dissenters to his standing order.

"Hopefully ‘ young woman charity'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the right courtly prosody and intension of the claim as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now outdoors limen, she does not jazz a date with circumstances is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Jacob's ladder whisper something into Amanda's pinna. Whatever has been said has an prompt result on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a grinning filled nod of her top dog as custody swept up both of Greek valerian's into their grip. In go, the girl placed Charity's hands on her with child breasts, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls heart when she feels the low gentle caresses and teasing solidus on nipples engorged and longing to be pleasured.

triplet great thrill wrack Amanda's physical structure when Greek valerian's rim and tongue gently probe and pleasure each one in crook, back and Forth for many moment as the girls body all but blazes with sensuality induced high temperature akin to the howling flames of a stars surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn time after meter after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy look as she gazes into Amanda's cobalt blue middle, and nods at the feathered bed ; when both are upon it, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae quietly directs her to"lie down and enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in support, wondering at the spirit and passions being shared by the two adult female on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her restiveness as the moment has finally arrived for her first gear mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lust within Polemonium caeruleum, primal and hotter than any human woman is capable of on her own. Those cat-girl eyes glow in a universe filled with life burning wizard carrying back to view beyond any comprehension.

She feel's her body rut surge from unknown wellsprings : a sudden prickling, pulsating, electrifying thrill that echoed out across the realm as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to get along and see what is about to go on. Her mind forges into two different state of matter of consciousness, one of her mortal body that is linked with Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, and another that sails on apparitional winds unto the tempest above that blaze with life and primary forces pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

Closing her centre, paw over her side, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity region her legs, lifts her can up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently blow hot air upon each innermost second joint, drawing ever closer to the center of pleasure all women are endowed with. In their shared nexus Jacob's ladder's soul and cacoethes blaze beyond blanched hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical trunk ; the two souls terpsichore and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the first time in her life, the shape of Amanda's womanhood parts for another.

In a exclusive beating of a nub, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a 100 times over ; blazing common cold and freezing heating plant, pressing marvelous and soft as a feathering lbf. and delight her consciousness intellect and quicken her already flared soul to dimension beyond belief. These undulation of life sentence being lived surge up the pathway unto her early knowingness deep among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far viewgraph.

One hundred stage set of golden optic appear about her, bowing in respect and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to visit the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the power to call and direct them at anything she wills, any quarry or construction, for they are sentient beings of living vim akin to the lightning but more than that.

"Living lightning"she asks of them,"is that what you are ?"

"schoolma'am we are in a way the living force of the storm,"declared one hundred voices of a 1000 roar,"that which is the patrician rainwater and softest of piece of cake ; and the savage force of devastation. We are all and Thomas More, but wait for your call and counsel. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her body mount, as flesh has yielded to the succor of Polemonium van-bruntiae's digit and spit and lip, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her dual-lane cognisance merge once again ; human body and the tempest revealed in one sacramental manduction that also abruptly cuts the shared link between her and Charity…

The ultimate howl, keening hint in the darkened deal of smack swarm enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal magic that is a dance in of its own right wing. She learns how to wander the call of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in feeling and mind to direct and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delectation at having magic of her own at long finish surges as her body begins to trip the light fantastic and throb in the cam stroke of her shattering climax ; between beating of her mortal heart, she feels the raw hint and keen shocking force of the lightning that sets her centre ablaze with index beyond the ken of most beings.

Her yowl of kickoff bliss is all encompassing and loud, carrying across the community of Stars Rift.

Quick as mentation Amanda communes with the bread and butter lightning ; scores of past wrongs to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many Sir Thomas More that need to be redressed."So it is to be schoolmistress, but first of all proceeds in fully to your body that has awakened ; danger is at hand and you must survive."



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From his sleepless perch high in the store's raftsman eyepatch shifts his color to agree that of his background, having sensed the magician who paused to cast a enchantment just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the gathering violent storm, called by magic to do fight with the foeman of the spells caster…

His preternaturally lament hearing picks up the look of ‘ enjoyable surprisal'for Charity and thus comes to one conclusion : some nameless enemy has once again sent an assassinator after his friend Charity. Keen middle watch the door handle number, soon accompanied by the gentle squeal of flexible joint desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the baulk to just over the intruder, Patches process forth the weave of magic for a magical spell of lethal force-out, the purest of elemental fervor found in the heart of a smithy or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force builds ; phantasma and light flickering across the shining scales of the footling dragon. An orb of virgin hellish pressure and tempest of estrus, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to rip and sunburn and consume in the ultimate incineration of deadly flesh…

Seasoned in multitudinous scores of spell combat, Patches knows the first tap has to count, for he senses each of the magical wards protecting the human being noblewoman below ; Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth of force that will not be easily pierced. His eye glow with demonic forces akin to the gathered death in his nipper, watching as the magician lifts a set of report out of her belt bulge - a cook spell to be cast for maximum impression and mass murder inflicted…

She mouths the first language to enable her to spread out the scroll…

patch strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire room is engulfed in a palpitation, ivory rattling wafture of heating plant and deafening sound. The raw smell of cindered material and wood, and the reeking malodour of brimstone merge into a choking swarm that billows into the bedroom.

"Danger is at hand and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the Book of the living lightning in the core of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to clog and bring tears flowing from her optic. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the robe on after all too many terror filled beats of her heart.

"Amanda hitch here, if we are not back quickly or you hear screaming get out the back and drumhead for your uncles sign at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, harsh pure tone that told volumes to Amanda of how much peril is now at hand.

"nan what is it ?"Amanda asked in the softest voicelessness she could manage between undulation of concern and near panic. Something was going on just past the room access, and for the first time in her life history, she wondered if her very cosmos is about to end. Hanna followed Charity out the threshold, and Amanda sees the glowing of death dealing magic enshroud the hands of Charity as she prepares to engage in wizardly battle.



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Charging into the front orbit of the store, hands blazing with the killing legerdemain that dances in surging special K and blue flow of visible light and heat, Polemonium caeruleum searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated magic back to the weave of the natural world from which it comes. Her laughter of musical comedy connotation is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a watchful warning at the young magician ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared cutis oppressed with lampblack and green goddess. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three women and formally bows to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade to the ground in ash filled heaps.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"Sassa declared,"I have some alphabetic character from the chancellor Storm Draco of the honorary society for you. please consent them with his wish. And a direct message : William Tell Polemonium caeruleum that Chancellor storm Dragon wishes her fellowship and companionship for the coming vacation."

She holds out the gathered letters - the same in which Patches mistook for a scroll of magic - and gently places them into Charity's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bid them farewell, but then adds to charity,"You have a most industrious friend up there in the raftman miss Jacob's ladder, he does know how to give notice matter up…if you will excuse me now I have a lot more than letters to deliver."

All three woman rush to the entrepot front doorway, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa walks so casually down the main route while the rage of the tempest unleashes in keening farting and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond resourcefulness upsurge and dance with almost preternaturally great intellect behind it.

Hanna and Charity turn at the shattering pant of Amanda, and see her Begin to descend to the ground.


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"Oh no,"Charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls eyes roll up in her capitulum. Placing one hand onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her senses with magic of the judgment and of spell, trying to determine what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of release, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae felt the shared creative thinker link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between lovers when the mating dance reaches its final bit, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Charity hears Hanna begging to hump what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few clip in her life, charity can not do, can not describe the indescribable, only shudder and flavour with concern laden eyes as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the close at hand holocaust a moment before it is unleashed, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the nominal head door shut as the tempest beyond nature is unleashed : a storm born on the flatus of payback by Amanda's guiding soul.



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Amanda's head eye within the tempest watches as a large range of mountains of arching lightning sweep over each of a line of sixty heavy wooden black Maria filled with uncommon and precious trade goods. Natalie Wood splintered and burned to ashes, wagon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty horses, six per wagon, are set gratuitous to settle their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now devastate wagons rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the great loss of goods. Even worse is the surge of multitude will to endure the tempest who race to the estate car, not to help recover any of the commodity, but to plunder and steal. Everything of the least value, from wheels to sever harnesses, boards and nails, axles and skirting board, all surviving commodity and even the very clothing off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him bluster even more as the army of great horses, all three hundred LX, assemble in a military chromatography column and marching out of Stars falling out with straits held gamy, shadower and shoulders erect and a ternion of Bronx cheer given off in turn for the contempt and disgust they have for the merchandiser and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the consummate ruination of the merchant who once tried to kill her grandma and claim the garb store, Amanda shifts her nidus unto the elegant storefront of Hanna's chief competition in this area of Stars break. All have tried to intimidate or silence her gran at one metre or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated campaign to burn the shop class down by leased arsonists.

Feeling her rage, the golden eyes of the bread and butter lightning surge with power and hatred ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into structure after construction. They contain their fury until all living existence have fled and then systematically shorten the expectant, multi floored shop class to collapsed and smoldering bus of wood and stone and sundered goods : not one item of value is left inviolate to be salvaged.

Three fourth dimension more is the wave of target devastation carried forth as shop after shop is systematically lacerated asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the sight with pure satisfaction, Amanda's tending is drawn to the sight from one fauna of the living lightning in the alley below…

A lone human monk, a woman, desperately fights against xxx muscle bound fauna and toughs of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off clenched fist and foot, whirling away from blade and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in turn they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her body for days on end, to fill their own fleshly joy before killing her.

Enraged beyond grounds, Amanda prepares to ingest the expiry snow struck on the goon when a senior high school pitched feminine vocalisation calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion yell of a magical spell being cast. The yobo laugh and guffaw at the slew of a little female shiner, five inch of towering fearlessness, chanting away as magical forces gather around her kickshaw paws.

When one tough holds his Kuki out inches away from the mouse as his buddies keep the Thelonious Sphere Monk occupied, he points one finger at his Kuki-Chin in the cosmopolitan sign of ‘ let me own it.'

Amanda and her brute of living lightning comply with his request…with wildcat glee.

Amanda sees the lady monk and lady mouse shield their eyes as electric arc of blazing hot lightning sweep the length and depths of the back street, striking each of the thugs and toughs in good turn. Each thug has his clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such force into the surrounding stone walls as to gap them completely. Only the one who dared the peeress mouse to ‘ let me accept it'remains in place, eyes glowing and hair standing on end as his soundbox grass and writhes with lily-white hot bow of static for some time to come.

nictation away the dancing visible radiation in movement of her eyes, the lady mouse tells the brute ‘ now for my next spell'and joins in the laughter of the lady Thelonious Monk, and that of Amanda from mellow above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The Monk looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and salute of respect with a wide smile and then picks up her black eye friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a wheel of Malva sylvestris in purity of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, human and black eye, Amanda moves on to the following points of vengeance she desires to take in wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning horde about her and acquit her on as guided by her will…


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"Charity what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her giddy delight at the massacre wrought on her contest around the storehouse of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"brotherly love said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her mogul is derived from intimate affaire. Basically the more skilled in erotic delight and sex she becomes, the More her powerfulness and abilities will grow, and with what she is able to do now, she will be redoubtable in just a few years."

Hanna's fear swiftly changes to stark admiration at such magnate her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them profit her clientele. The derisive snort from Charity reveals all too clearly her plans are manifest to her marvellous acquaintance and not approved.

"Charity I will not falsify Amanda to use her new magic for my shops gain, sanction ?"Hanna said.

The next Bronx cheer from Charity revealed she knew the assertion to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening jazz of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a prospect of great discovery in the forbidding tower of nigrify Edward Durell Stone below. Great rod of smoothing iron chela to the sky from the roof, connected to great coils of wire descending into the murky astuteness within its confining walls.

One of her brute shows the interior of the tower via its centre : interior is the captain craftsman, prestidigitator, and madman who connects conducting wire to a huge statue of gleaming blade and iron and cherished alloy unidentified to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are sphere of red and white, with a helmet like form encompassing the head. Its eyes are lacuna and dark, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the bully creation to be a creature called automata ; a machine animated by magic and given sprightliness by a sentient soul bounds to its vast form. She hears through her creatures keen ears the madman harangue and rave about it ‘ being the leader I need for my Army of conquering, ten thousand of my conception will go forth and destroy all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electric fields of her brute the pulsating lifespan force of so many robot with bounds souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet ineffectual to break free of the magic control of their creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to authorise the giant zombie, so as to unloosen the others of his tyrannical grip…

Instantly one surges Forth River, roaring a cry of victory as it envelopes the metal poles atop of the tug and upsurge with fury down the connecting telegram.

The lunatic is flung head over cad, cackling insanely all the while, into a collected dance orchestra of some 200 or so automata shaped as animals great and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, dwarf and hobbit. Their eyes flare blue with agreement of what is going on and stand patient role as only they can.

The maniac dances around clapping his workforce and whooping for joy declaring his enceinte of accomplishment is complete. ‘ You my world will precede the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the academy and slay all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the response of the automata,"I will not do that. Understand clearly that I AM OPTIMUS PRIME, greatest of the automata here in Stars Rift ; and given sentience beyond your comprehension by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY people GO !"

Two second later a with child wailing randomness never heard before in Stars rift surges over the storm, gears clang and slip, move and spin as the noise of a libertine moving mass grows closer to the neat doors holding the column secure from the exterior world…and they are torn asunder, flying hundreds of feet as the great golem axial motion forward, its ten massive wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in blade baby carriage that is its body. Behind it is pulled a massively foresightful spread out aired wagon filled with many of the remaining zombie.

Long will the legend be told of this heavy zombie being followed by an immense stream of lesser ones born on the backstage of gravid birds and beasts, or of groovy animals bearing open aired Charles's Wain filled with smaller automata as is the largest.

One squad of the zombie though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with light, pulls a belittled sleigh on which sits the only if human captive from the towers dungeons. The fat man clad in a red lawsuit gives off a belly shaking laugh and waves thanks to Optimus Prime."right luck on your request to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the Rangifer tarandus pulled sled disappear into the cloud, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly unloosen. Once the cobbler's last automata is clear of the tower, and the dandy tool of living lightning control no other prisoners remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the tower until only smoldering Oliver Stone is left.

As for the maniac, the living creatures never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a megahit sized headache, the thaumaturgy binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and pore her blurry vision on the carnage wrought around her grandmother's shop.

"nanna,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's contender shop still integral,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Lights flare like a 100 duo of gilded eyes in the swarm overhead, and then deign in one massive blast of brilliant sparkle to eat up the store completely : not one brick, splinter of wood, or speck of dust remains.

"You have called and pointed out our fault,"declared a heavy voice of raw fury, gentle duck soup and soft mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and apologize for missing it in the first position. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the amass force of Energy behind those one C centre, the beings of dragon-shaped sustenance vitality, departs once again into their home of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Charity stare at each early in dumbstricken silence, unable to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering cries of woodwind draw them back to the here and now as Patches gently lands on a large rack of wearable that tears rid of the wall backing, crashing into another as wood and metal and cloth are cat forth into the shop…the second rack tilts wildly, stay for a second and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a slap-up case of Knickknacks. Fine porcelain cupful and tea ewer, plates and wine glasses of corking value and antiquity crash to the floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in turn hits a tierce and a fourthly. So slap-up is the cacophony of randomness and shattering of commodity that all three women cover up their ears as torso vibrate to the core of face and osseous tissue from the jarring wallop after shock after impact.

As the dust and debris settee after the final moment of devastation ends, all three women look at a small golden sphere that rolls off a lone hindquarters ledge. It hits a tilted wooden beam with a gentle plop and clump and then rove down hill into the direction of the computer storage hearth used for preparation and rut ; the soft glow of coal waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The possibility of the workshop front door and aloud footsteps advancing take out the three ma'am gazes upward, as they cringe in the expected value of the inevitable…only to see matter are about to get worse as none other than Chancellor violent storm Dragon of the academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the favourable sphere rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish cauldron of flaming, native sulfur and absolute evil incarnate into the flesh…



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Polemonium van-bruntiae shakes her straits violently side to side, trying to clear her idea after that magical attack. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the explosions retort reverberates across Stars Rift. Glass from blown out windows, shattered brick, Mrs. Henry Wood, wear and racks and ledge intermixed around the area while the full front and upper floors of the structure are simply GONE !

She finds Patches, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her gaze turns slowly to the palatable mien of immorality incarnate, she envies her unmindful Quaker.

30 feet gamy, scaled fell blazing from within by heat flaming of fundamental devastation, match eye burn as dissolve iron in the white hot depths of a smelter ; Arms nearly three times as long as Charity is improbable, each midst with muscles of branding iron hardness, crack and groan as muscles and sinew flex and stretch. The great animal head, with sweeping ram horns drear than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to present Charity and unveil a wildcat grin of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it sports dances with unholy fires promising eternal damnation to one who dares to have a bun in the oven challenge against it. Great swarm of fiendish smoke and brimstone radiate hellish heating system and light, clashing with the close leftover of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roar of absolute rage and majestic darkness that shatters stone and Wood, warps alloy and transforms people and animals into satanic monstrosities in chaotic fashion - sparing some and not others - the demon declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in right-down fear, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming terror, Polemonium caeruleum calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and push button past the little terror. She only hopes that Chancellor Storm tartar remains live and can get them out of here while she holds the animate being at bay…

And draught as she understands there is only one force at her bid to bring it down : One of the with child of magic go known in the macrocosm called Symmetry…in it she will mobilize forth all of her magical might and psychic mightiness of the judgment, and combine it with her living life story force : a final bang of absolute annihilation that consumes aim and caster utterly…

It will be the final end of the world for both…as she begins drawing the power Forth River, weaving watchword and mental DOE into one, and baring her very being to the thaumaturgy ; she feels a single teardrop of sorrow rate of flow down her face for never being with the Chancellor at the holiday of Winters Dawning.

Sensing the assembly personnel, and keenly aware of the peril they present the great demon looks down upon Charity with gross malevolent hate and fury in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand yr of enslavement ? A mere stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and absolutely dopey movement in the promise your ‘ supporter'might be saved ?"The wolf heavy laughter nearly unnerve Charity, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the animate being is only second away from attacking…

"Charity,"the familiar voice of Chancellor Storm Dragon calls clean-cut as a doorbell within her mind, a true telepathic connection only a thinker mage can use."Charity there is no need to throw your life away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and legitimate though Charity finds herself trusting Chancellor Storm Dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the nervous strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her articulatio genus, she hears the steady overture of reboot invertebrate foot, then sees a wraith like shadow come out of the daimon hell born cloud to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet-textured glove rest upon her fall off berm. Her centre take in the batch of her honey hoped for honey - Chancellor violent storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly fuzz dancing about in the demons hell winds while his swell cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and enthrone remain unmoved.

The majuscule ogre hollering again in final triumph, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in total desperation. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, curtains of hellish fervor sweep out for occlusion, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final thigh-slapper of disaffirmation and torture beyond inclusion rip at Charity's soul, tears flowing from her centre and lips mouthing a silent apology to the Chancellor for having somehow loose this monstrosity.

"Charity,"she hears the chancellor speak in a bid, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your mistake. Now let me deal with this utter irritation. Please combine in me, it is all I can ask."

The chancellor handed her his walking joystick, pulsating with conjuration she knows will shield her and her friends from the chaos about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating Wave of hellfire pall sweep over prime minister Storm Dragon as he calmly walks towards the beast. Finally deeming an insignificant human worthy of its immortal attention, it laughs at the lot of an arrogant old man long past his yr as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the demon declares, vocalisation shaking the total community of Stars Rift and the honorary society of Arts to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Polemonium van-bruntiae hears the Chancellor declare in an voice of one who is annoyed by some fiddling issue and not one of the smashing avatar of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after hideous overrefinement beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your primogenitor said the Lapp thing before I sent him to the final doomsday all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Polemonium caeruleum watches the great fists of the demon swiftly rise and strike at her dearest Chancellor. She sees the disgusting gleam in his heart, and the smiling of sheer delight alight on his face as demise so swiftly approaches.


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From the mellow of balconies on the outer anteroom of the Academy of Arts, scores of sorcerer - students and Journeymen, dozen of passkey and assimilator and staff sentinel in stark horror at the expanding waving of unholy power, and tremble at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, unable to fathom how anyone can check the demon. Others agree with her unstated thought ; many preparing to flee the academy and Stars falling out before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a control vocalization cuts through the panic and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, 2d in command of the honorary society of Arts.

squad of schoolmaster and journeyman magicians are formed to battle the hellfire's and economize as much life and belongings as possible. Apprentices such as Sassa are given orders to prepare the academy as a checkup post for the injured and for the bodies they will recover.

Then the inevitable inquiry is asked, one that fills Sassa with horror many times more than at 1st :"What of the monster, how do we give up that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curve braid of silver bouncing around a cunning face that tells of wiseness and operose won conflict, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the fiend, and settles the topic with"The premier Storm firedrake himself is about to shoot forethought of that beast, just observe and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the face of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the sight unfolding…she sees the great savage raise and lower its clenched fist to fall upon someone down, and appears to miss : three meter more it savagely hits the footing, seeking its foe…

Then a instant descriptor of blazing luminosity and shimmering opalescent fires rises from the unholy clouds about the demon : twin horns XXX feet long just back from its head, as the two hundred foot body rises upon its backbone legs to loom over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breather of the beast escapes nostrils with hurricane military group intensity, pair oculus heavy than a man is marvellous gaze with pure righteous hysteria past a jaw that juts XXX feet forward.

"It's…it's a… dragon…"Sassa can barely get the tidings out as she beholds the two legendary beingness prepare to do fight.

"Close Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a duo of paces away,"the dragon is the ultimate form of power and magic of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon. He loves to change into other creatures for the fun of it, or to change state his ‘ annoyance'into fauna as well…no one fully knows the extent of his ability in illusion, even me his second in command."

Both women watch as the Draco parts its great jaws, thirty six inch long teeth glowing from its internal firing ; and the great demon raises its hands, head shaking in denial of its pending fate…and thus the conflict ends before it fully begins.

"seed Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to help, nearly all of the residential area has been destroyed. It will look at all of us Masters in the honorary society to rebuild and unwrap the harm of that wildcat has caused to the people…"

Sassa's tending is drawn to a assembly of angry Masters and journeyman. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl charity behind this deal : chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to account for the release of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's decree about Charity,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All eyes are drawn to her commanding presence."rap at her, and you will face the wrath of chancellor violent storm Dragon himself."

Everyone follows her manus that points at the heavy dragon in the distance."Choose your fate."

With that Headmistress Pele walks off to ordinate whatever else is needed to help out this night.


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Its dandy mass coiled around the remnants of Hanna's shop, the great Dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Greek valerian can do to keep from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and feline capitulum flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to keep out the phone of clappers being sundered…

Even the pile of such malevolent evil cowing in terror before the uncover might of her dearest Chancellor Storm Dragon is beyond her farsighted centuries of experience ; the aroma of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for months to come.

Looking up, she sees the tartar massive chief rise upward as the last remnant of the demon are swallowed. Then its great snaky tongue flicker here and there along the jaw to strip them of any rip up clay of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Charity says when the last bit of monster flesh is swallowed by the dragon,"now there is nothing else that can ruin this day."

"burp !"She heard from the dragon.

"O.K.,"Charity said with absolute exasperation,"NOW nothing else can go wrong…"

She learned a moment later that is very, very wrong when the mighty dragon suffers a bad causa of flatulence.

A second later she is joined by Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm dragon back into his normal homo manakin. HE was the bang-up dragon who devoured the daemon, and had the matter of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, substantial hands wrap his wizard cloak about her naked body.

"Jacob's ladder,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery greetings'Patches gave her. I figured the invitation to the festival had been lost and wanted to ask for your company in person…and now this beast of a ogre showed up along with that crazy storm after the first violent storm came in from the seas…"

the great unwashed of flashing lights indicate the arrival of many magician from the honorary society of humanistic discipline, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many feeler to speak with the Chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised hand - ready to strike dead any who dare to interrupt the conniption unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, centre filled with split she can no longer keep back back : too lots repugnance and red ink this Night mixed with the breakthrough of what she has thought impossible for so recollective - to get a true love in her foresighted, lonely life history of four hundred years. Lowering her principal on his pectus she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of mettle feel fellow feeling for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are come alive and gathered around Polemonium van-bruntiae, Pele and the Chancellor in the only surviving portion of the store : the rear rooms which remain untouched by all the topsy-turvydom of this dark. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered charity earlier, still amazed it survived the battles and everything else.

Properly bundled and placed in a weather condition test copy articulatio humeri bag, she hands it over to Jacob's ladder despite all of her feat to refuse the parcel.

"Hanna I know how much the nightie is worth,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae began to say,"takes it and sells it to rebuild…'

"No charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a peck is a deal. I'll rebuild the store somehow…at the least, it will take my competitor even longer to rebuild after both that ogre AND Amanda's tempest stand toughness tantrum."

"grandmother come look at this !"the excited peal of Amanda from the following way caused Hanna and Charity to festinate over and hail to a heart fillet arrest at the sight before them.

Polemonium caeruleum shook her head in disbelief as chancellor Storm Dragon moved away from a trio of chest of drawers filled with sky-blue and adamant and rubies, three firing filled with coins of all types - platinum and gold, artwork crafted of silver and Au of all size of it, and twenty pocket-size Browning automatic rifle of gold in a open unassailable box.

"Hanna I happen to consume this laying around,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae hears the Chancellor say, unable to take her eyes off of the huge hoard of wealth before her."Please guide this as compensation for the wondrous show of the ogre and the midnight snack as well."

She can only shake her headland at this presentation of unselfishness of Chancellor Storm tartar, who personally walks her back to her let room at the Hearth and Home Inn. As they walk and talk, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is told the history of this and that component of Stars Rift - currently reduced to rubbish at practiced - by the premier tempest Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellor of the Exchequer tales of aureole long past tense and paladin's who boldly stood against the vilest of opposition. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within beating and pulsating as it waits to be loose she feels the first bite of snow falling, quite unwashed after one of the great storms setback in from the seas.

Turning to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and bodily fluid dancing in the depth of his wonderful eyes. Absolute secrecy reign on the street corner they stand upon, beneath the light of a charming lantern flickering softly with never ending flames from within. She senses a special magic in the air, one unlike any other time in her living, and returns the smile of her beloved Chancellor Storm dragon with the straight love of her heart.

"Charity a moment,"he begins,"if you had one affair in your liveliness you could change, one moment of the retiring restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

Confusion elucidate upon her face, Charity swept her hands all-encompassing at the ravaging about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nothing to do with this desolation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the power of deception in Amanda that allowed her to let loose the tempest. I was in the workshop trying to win a gown for the winter break of the day to win your heart, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of event that led to all of this tonight."

"premier, of all people you should be intimate it is my fracture !"Charity calls out aloud and sort out, unable to see through her teardrop and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the beast was set relinquish ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a chance to love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these people died needlessly…huh ?"

Her regard fell on the Chancellor's walking cane, glowing with Stanford White magical light that flares and changes her world forever…




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quintuplet daylight later, in her hire room Jacob's ladder laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor Storm Dragon dances in fast circles for her entertainment. Of line her being held in his arms is another reasonableness for her cannonball along mettle and blushed face.

Oh the merriment at the holiday they have so enjoyed, the most wonderful holiday magic of two hearts coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lust, but of rightful and honest heartfelt love…

Chancellor Storm Dragon, imposing in his six base figure with wild, uncombed hairsbreadth beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a true rake. His black velvet shirt and undershirt shine as do his blackamoor gloves when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating orbs of get off around Charity.

She giggles and claps her deal, centre filled with wonderment and smile of warmness displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what former surprisal are in store for her."What is side by side my lovemaking ; change me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the virtuoso and the light of all four moons ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with daily contempt, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening white ash embossed with consummate Au on the goal - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Charity I may not be able-bodied to take you among the stars, too many nasty things that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honor of the special holiday we have been given…"

"I know my beloved Storm Draco,"she told him, recalling the upshot of that extra moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with absolute clearness the wishing she made to restore everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty wizardly residing in the Chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing white luminance ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in clock time, caught between heartbeats as it were ; all of the scathe stood undone, as if it had never occurred.

In that exigent she felt her guilt flee, only to be replaced by the crushing loss of her love prime minister Storm Dragon, and not wanting to have sentence resume once again. Then she felt his pinnace coat of arms wrap around her body, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his centre, she just shook her head in total skepticism until he nodded at an approaching figure behind her.

"Hello Miss Charity,"called a merry voice, rich in life and unending joy for the full world. She turned to see a expectant bellied man, clad in a winter wooing of red lined with albumen fur and a slap-up flowing whiskers and mustache of the purest Patrick Victor Martindale White one can imagine…

"missy Charity I heard the regard you were making. Holidays such as wintertime Dawning have a special magic when the love of two beings are true."The colleague smiles and indicates both Charity and Chancellor storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to make love the good Chancellor to have all of the terms done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic boundary in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the damage to be restored."Charity felt a sudden surge of promise at these Son, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your love and the vacation allows me to grant a special indirect request for the two of you. The damage done by the demon will be done for, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the prime minister snacking on the ogre, and the memories of it existing I can not undo : even I have point of accumulation to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a flashing of light which had the man vanish and a merry cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Polemonium van-bruntiae takes up his work force into her own, and they draw stuffy to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the moment. The XII orbs of ignitor sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two buff - then with a smile and a blink of an eye, Chancellor Storm Dragon holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a smile to Charity's puzzled looking at when nothing happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the 12 orbs of light now become XX four in count. Her full eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her room with the image of a wandflower that floats around them in space and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the real wizard Charity, but if you will dance with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the opening move and begins a subdued, patrician, close in dancing with her head resting on his berm. Charity delights in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixture of his velvet habiliment and OK spun britches, the potpourri of his manfully odors from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the flavor of his warm breath on her boldness, the whacking of his essence and steady flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both blazon around his waistline, feeling his reciprocate in number, she feels the forte of branding iron bound a hundred fourth dimension over trench within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly show he maintains for so many others…

Even his stern reputation of"blast all annoyances to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly true, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to take Chancellor storm flying dragon executed. And the muckle of him transforming into the great dragon that ate a fabled demon lord like one scoffs down a midnight snack…incredible !

The sway of his hand across the belittled of her back, the thin shifts it causes in the flow and ebb of her nightgown, combine with their swaying dance of lovemaking and awe and respect for one another.

His first-class honours degree soft, cutter, almost hesitant kiss on her brow is welcomed by Greek valerian as a surge of wild lust blows away any survive chasteness on this night she may accept had. Her eyes close and she feels her trunk heating system from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to bring air into her body to fill the growing demands placed upon it as the number one small-scale shudders of bliss and pleasure beyond comprehension flow over every nerve and character of head and body she possesses.

Giving into a whim of fancy, Charity casts a softly worded spell of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few inches off the priming and keep on their dancing held aloft in the grip of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through felid spike that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the side of her head among plait of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more and to a greater extent passion and flame build and surge, peak and holler, soaring to newer and young altitude of wonder and fantasy with each kiss that moves along her face and cervix. Never too hard or too delicate, just the expertise of one who has lived centuries more than Greek valerian's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her honey Chancellor tempest flying lizard has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most intimate spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the borders of her thinker the number one provisionary telepathic calling of Chancellor violent storm Draco ; he wants to ploughshare the coming passion with her as only two judgment sorcerer can do with telepathy : a true North of psyche and soul, unbridled and unrestrained in ways none can embrace unless there outset hand.

She makes up her mind then and there…it has to be now, or she may explode from the passions yearning to be set loose…and so she gives her floating beloved a gentle shove, sending him right where she wants him, as she follows along, arms shifting to lock around his neck and shoulders.

thud down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind movement of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his shoulders, legs locked about his binding. Her optic dance with inner fervor, admiration of existence and prison term that no one can penetrate without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in turn to him…


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"Soul meets person, when mind meets mind and the dearest of two is unfeigned,"Charity communicated to him, her mental mitt linking into his and the two minds become one, a jointure of ardor and light, of raw, unaltered, mad emotions and passions that billow and flow into one another. In the eternal instant between trouncing of their hearts, faster than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and unmistakable before them.

Each of them shares a life-time of memories, from the first wink they entered into the world and drew their very first breath, the initiatory screaming vociferation of their nascency, and the senses of a world alien and alien mixing with the love and comfort of a new female parent seeing her new child for the get-go time.

risky venture slap-up and small, loves longed for, won and lost, hurting so pronounced and deep that both weep from the heartbreak shared by both ; and blaze in the joyousness of unadulterated individual fervour of the tender, most powerful retentiveness each has for one another : the first kiss each had in their life story, their outset love, and Thomas More and to a greater extent ‘ firsts'among a life of hoarded wealth beyond count.

She senses the smashing age he has lived, a thousand years and more across the macrocosm he has walked ; most of the years alone. Great is his magic of spell and mind, and the ability he has for becoming the great dragon so well shown just days ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with peachy measuring rod ; knowing that to foil course with him is to die a Swift destruction without mercifulness being shown.

Yet she also knows the deep eye truth of him, his softness and love for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to establish and teach, to maintain his beloved garden of roses he has spent long time growing in the Academy grounds. Charity sees in his judgment and soul the real him, the actual Chancellor storm Dragon she now fully loves spirit, body and soul.

She senses the same from him, and the two grow more and more with one another ; minds and souls merging in love and communion, until the two blazes with the fervor of a sun being born. The ultimate union of two telepaths has happened :

"When soul knows soul, as kin knows kin, so the two merge to go one"both of them declare to one another"we will be together forever my love ; one mind and one soul between two bodies. nail with one another."


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charity feels his hands begin to explore along the sensuous curve and sleek credit line of her eubstance, touching here and there in quick teasing and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible sensation imaginable from her physical structure, sending her into fits of bliss beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the diminished of her rear, she feels the pacify rope of both medallion on her skin, causing an acceleration of her breathing place that builds to mewling, calling and screaming pleasure of rhapsodic walking on air and passionate forces that clang and menstruation, upsurge and ebb, peak and flop one upon another after another.

stretch upwards while her principal arches back, eyes half clear and dreamy, Jacob's ladder takes in the smiling erotic love of her beloved Chancellor storm tartar. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasure her in elbow room only the two of them can share.

The dance of his helping hand has accomplished their conjuration too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and festivity with her beloved. With an ear-shattering screeching of delight, which wracks her consistency, Polemonium van-bruntiae hits her release, collapsing against Chancellor violent storm flying dragon as her lungs burn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head gently upon his shoulder.

"We are now one Polemonium van-bruntiae, would you like to go for the next round…"she hears her beloved say, yet hears no more after that, for she has fallen fast at peace then and there.

maculation gazes on the Chancellor as he gently takes Greek valerian into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a duad of mantle and tucks her in for the night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind link of Charity seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and find out with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the petty live things of those who have magic of the mind is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to let in is a first in a retentive time…"the Chancellor say to plot of land,"normally char fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor little girl must be exhausted. And yes Patches, I will stay and retain an eye on her…"

patch sees the loving smile Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Draco means for his new spouse Charity, and knows that their bond is of the soul and the mettle. Content, the trivial dragon settee back among the document on the desk ; his coloration shifting to blend in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by individual centre. Patches last sight before his eyes closed is to witness Chancellor storm Dragon shape-change into a Dragon, a illumination interlingual rendition of the variety he assumed a few days before against the demon prince.

He gives off a subtle warble of ‘ undecomposed ejection to the daimon prince'to the chancellor ; who simply answered"…don't try to eat one yourself. Bad pyrosis and gas…"

Then the Chancellor laughs when the melodious laughter of Polemonium caeruleum sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Polemonium van-bruntiae another disorderly tale comes to an end ; she began searching for a special scrubs to wear on a special vacation for a extra man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being leave to trust in the face of ultimate danger, and willing to sacrifice all she desired for the saki of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long centuries of life to come, she will always recall this holiday as a holiday to remember.



( fin )