Among the greater cosmos are untold numbers pool of dimensions, domain, stars and refinement ; a thousand thousands of beings wander the arcanum room and paths that link them - merchant, heroes and villains, explorer and explicators, steward of secrets and those who uncover the Lapplander. All are known regardless of their species and origin by a corporate name : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these mode and paths converge, communities arise, each as unique as the existence who dwell there ; the community of Stars breach is no exception. It infamous above all others as a place of mercantilism 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 species, reality, patronage and the corresponding are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten to a greater extent sentence the Same of betrayal, plots, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of fierceness and pure mayhem waiting the barest Muriel Spark of flame to ignite, order does exist…for one sole reason…

The Academy of the Arts, its sweep edifice over three mile on a side and reaching hundreds of floors into the sky, dominates the intact peck of Stars Rift. Famed for its depository library, museums, halls upon unending manor hall of treasures and art beyond imagination, they produce the hunky-dory of diplomatist, scholars, instructor and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the bang-up of all, Chancellor Storm flying dragon, who keep the Chaos of asterisk Rift in congener order of magnitude. The linguistic rule for those seeking to advance schedule and architectural plan in the residential area are very simple, exercise extremum care, for when some unknown cable is crossed you will face the honorary society sorcerer, and be warned once…after that is drumhead annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of Stars Rift care not about the Academy, spell conflict or the close at hand annihilation of this or that radical seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first grumbling of a violent storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great overcast slipstream in from the view, clawing in great columns for the sky while building ever rich in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these swell tempests, claiming that there is a guiding sensation to them ; as many have seen in their profundity of blackness sets of aureate center that search and seek someone. This has occurred time and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the first oceanic abyss and echoing phone call of thunder sound, the clarion yell that the season of violent storm is beginning, all who still are out on the outdoors streets scamper for any shelter they can find. teamster shout and curse at their conscription animals, desperate to get their wagons of goods and loading under cover charge, all the while the hired guards around them watch for any would-be thief bent-grass on making a firm snatch of the same goods.

merchant whose shops are not fronted by the slap-up, arching covered paseo of the securities industry quarter close up, bolting windows and doors, hoping that when the violent storm ends, the shop will be intact and business can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community, the Cat-girl known as Polemonium van-bruntiae ( and by a few thousand other, less choice or proper disdainful gens ), the violent storm takes second place next to the selection of the right scrubs for a most especial holiday coming up in five more days.

All she wants is enough time to select her gown. And not make anything else go legal injury, 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 not bad thrills, and true danger…and chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like Charity can understand.


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charity, magician and practitioner of the rare mental magic known as psionic's, scholar and adventurer among the cosmos at large, not to mention being - in her own news -"the cutest cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a small piddling garb shop near the open fireplace and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a full duration mirror and ponders the sight shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire hue filled with life and untamable wildness. Slight lentigo adorn her soft buttock and punctuate her chirpy little nose. Her finely feline auricle swish back and forth as of their own encroachment, drawn by the faintest of sounds. Right now they alternate between flaring matt backwards and flickering here and there, as Polemonium caeruleum blow, and puffs, and puffs yet again, in vain to prompt an annoying locket of her honey-amber fuzz away from her eyes.

Her lithe manikin flows and terpsichore about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of hair's-breadth back in seat. So great is the attempt she finally engages in a finish tailspin that sends her crashing onto the floor in a stack of female feline fury.

She adjusts the bird of the gown she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unverbalized question Charity solvent to be rid of these useless biddy."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her arms wide and curtseys to them,"but no empennage common to them, mine got lost long ago in a while battle."

Her melodious laugh carries far as the gentlewoman rush off having been good embarrassed.

She wonders how well they will do with the coming holiday of Winters sunup, the first day of wintertime and of the New Year… and so a good deal more…

The traditional first day of the deal season, it is celebrated in a traditional fashion : Hedonism extremum with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing partners of all sexuality and species. There are no barrier of grade, culture, social standing or family kinship restraining any such couplings ; 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 Charity is no exclusion. 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 rosiness flowing over her nerve, neck and even up over her spike : well-defined signal of sheer embarrassment. Her friend and owner of this little attire workshop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Jacob's ladder's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and tone on her sylphlike feminine feline manakin ; her patience finally runs out after a few more instant, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high, white furred kicking Charity had seen up on the second storey earlier today.

Standing atop a small step stool, Charity shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the amercement slick nightgown of trench sea jet and blue devil, embossed with golden Dragon swirling around her pelvic girdle, torso and breast, scene. The sleeveless and strapless surgical gown squeeze each sensuous curve and feature on her body, while the doll flows around her legs like water in a current swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

putting hands to hips, she looks in the mirror and gives an pixilated grinning filled with pure mischief.

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both weapon system high into the air and straining the gowns fabric to the come near breaking full stop. She slowly turns in a half traffic circle to confront the storefront window and all of the exit base traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the gown crushes against her breast, revealing all of their hide wonderment to some carpenters passing along. Charity smiles at each of them in round, and kicks one leg mellow into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to dance and fleet about as a mysterious butterfly stroke from a far off jungle. Four more times she does this in quick order, shifting her limb and soundbox to counter balance the movement with an ease belying the atomic number 26 discipline and force possessed by her body.

brotherly love gives one carpenter a lustfulness filled, coyish wink while his eye remain locked upon her cross breast ; and in a import of pure mischief, teases the edge of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of brightness and shadow always at bid. Then shakes her headland as the carpenter dig into a porch accompaniment situation that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a knight trough.

Her skepticism grows when a rushing estate car throws a wheel in its drovers hastiness to beat the storm to shelter. The four horses pulling it tear free of their harnesses, racing off with wild laughter on the current of air as the drover dives enlighten of the collapsing wagon : the cargo 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 gymnastic horse trough, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so good to the world around him. So strong is the melodic olfactory property of his, that all of the green plant biography for thirty feet suddenly grows in a superfluity of surging sprightliness, sprouting leaves, blossom and new fruit and ejaculate for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her silent dance of conquest, Charity's trunk flows in one amazing motility after another : graceful leaps and good turn, unawares spins followed by sweeping recoil and twisting. She knows there is one other watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and learner of Hanna.

brotherly love also knows the truth of what is behind that glimmer in Amanda's eyes ; a yearning and hope that the girl has not yet found the braveness to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a quickly wink that sends the girl into a rush of rattled shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, Charity raises the other in high spirits overhead with fingers spread unto the empyrean. Her drumhead leans back as she arches her belly forward until she achieves a modest crescent shape ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the genu. She takes the allow for foot into her left hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a 3rd metre before leaping heights into the air.

Her line is a beau ideal of question and felid free grace, landing so lightly on the step faeces not even a mote of dust is to be observed. For many minutes Charity moves but slowly, calmly, with her eyes closing and capitulum flat on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a composite design of vortex, circles, scant and long flush of her legs and motions with her branch to balance her question.

Yet no matter how she moves or the patrons of the storage watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her virtually intimate of field under that flowing skirt, they do not come through. She is in complete controller over her dead body and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to show off more than she desires to receive shown.


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poor youthful Amanda can not keep her focusing, torn between the dance of Charity, and that of the bunch gathering outside the shops presentation window. So many people wanting a glimpse of a master of the dancing at gambol, they do hope for more to show of Polemonium van-bruntiae - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday lawsuit to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the nominal head doorway. She allows a define number of people in for a base fee and the unconditional hope they keep subdued at all price. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their lady fellow or spouses.




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As unnerving as Charity is with magical spells, she is more so with the rare magic of the creative thinker. As her dance draws her into a semi-mystical commonwealth she draws upon the well of psychic push trench in her being. This vim she uses to pull strings the very particle of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to feed in new way and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the soft gasp of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair flow a shimmering, gleaming river of Christ Within. A million millions of diamonds with a thousand thousands of cute gemstones interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

Pulling her arms in tight to her chest, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by cerebration alone the motes of light to change and spin with her. Colors flare and reposition, dance and intertwine, one with another in an unending drape of iridescent fervour. She even keeps her stress when, contrary to the pledges given to Amanda, the man in the crowd begin to issue lust filled calls and demands for all clothing on Polemonium van-bruntiae to come off.


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Amanda watches Greek valerian with the farthest captivation, until one of the lady fellow traveller of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may lease a ‘ limited item.'Listening carefully to the desired lodge, a price is reached and sealed with a handshaking and twin wicked smiling of sadistic gloating. Amanda rushes into the back suite to retrieve the sought item.

Quickly returning with said item, she hands it over to the scorned lady, who hands over the agreed to sum of coins. She watches with some expiation as the luck of the clueless, offending gentleman fellow traveller unfolds before her eyes.


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At long last Charity comes to a stopover with a flare of the melodramatic - arms cast high overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smile on her boldness. That smile turned into a coy grin as her haircloth flopped over her face and spike, and the scrubs surrendered to sombreness in one mighty rush ; drawing many gaudy claps and delighted whistling at the sight of her air breasts, honed venter and the slick undergarments being worn.

"figure of speech,"she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

Her gaze extends to one recess of the tuck pot of howling men. She sees the scorned lady's steady approach onto her clueless gentleman fellow traveler. Greek valerian softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another round of lust burning and lust crazed craze, as they call for the appearance to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a helping hand or former dead body parts as required for her performances…'

Greek valerian scolds the men :"Now gentleman, you have noblewoman and wives and mates that should be having your undivided attention right now. You have shamed yourselves with these antics and need to pull in it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the young man who has so insulted his fellow says with derision,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most mightily of merchants in Ithiel Town ; my Scripture is law, and goose egg else subject, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, lookout man with grim wit as the now dishonour man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and hapless sounding clucks. The sheer nuisance surging into his mentality from the quelling of his chestnut with an iron poker becomes whelm, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Charity's objurgation, looking at the man on the trading floor with clear botheration at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their dame companions about the man and receive a unified thumbs down from all the fair sex, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing feeling, one man near the strawman door silently holds it open. The two gentlemen take up their broken companion up in their arms, and summarily chuck out him into the streets. The spite, gelded man gracelessly flies across the brusk distance to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously noisome mixture of manure and water.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very angry, the gelded man staggers into the street where he is instantly assailed by cascading rains and chilled winds which tear off away all of his clothing until only his natal day lawsuit remains ...

He makes it to the far slope of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning bolts from above. Staggering, a rampaging ruck of manic goats stampede over his body, leaving an eternal series of cloven hoof mark upon his dorsum. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's store, and collapse against the bulwark gasping for breathe…until a pack of 100 cur mutts come along and, in turn, christen him in the usual style of such mutt.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's workshop turn from Polemonium caeruleum and unto the scorned lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ listen hears,'and a round of applause, before giving their exclusive attention to their female companions. Couple by couple, they bow to Charity, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most ecclesiastic display and then depart on their byplay of the day.

Amanda hears the combined chortle and melodious giggles of her grandmother and Polemonium caeruleum from the blushing consternation of the new girl. All of her years of being taught proper decorum, mannerism, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper young noblewoman who will inherit a wonderful workshop must have intercourse,'never prepared her for such a presentation of sociable interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Charity, who catches it with a refined jump off upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No thing how many fourth dimension she sees it in person, Hanna just can not swallow soul as wild and chaos followed as Greek valerian can command such grace and ability.

"Thanks,"Charity said to Hanna,"I'll take the robe as well as my purchases."

"Polemonium van-bruntiae you're good for business whenever you do these little shows. In the future workweek or two my business organization will duplicate or treble and I will demand to hire another dressmaker or two just to maintain up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Charity's longing gaze to the ultimate prize of her store : a rare robe made of gossamer silk - said to be the stuff of dreaming and butterfly breathe mixed with the first audio of a blossoming prime in spring.

"gossamer silk,"Charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of colors, patterns and flowing pictures that emerge and slice on the control surface. At one point, the sorcerous woven into the cloth exhibit twin sets of swell dragons at play, hopping from swarm to cloud so far above the earth.

"Dear little girl if you…"Hanna began until Charity's preserve hand stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the gown. I know there is no way I could yield it even as a Master at the Academy of Arts,"she said, her voice filled with resignation."It's not my lot in life to know such riches or grade of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray heraldic bearing tea, redneck, cheese and a host of former toppings to snack upon. She loves to hear the endless tales of Charity's adventure, seeking illusion and lost lore, artifacts of immense power and of dangerous demon from alien blank space ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with question after question, especially about the swirling lights that came near the end of her dancing !

"I have to get wind how you did that brotherly love ! Please can you instruct it to me ? Please ?"Amanda begged of Charity.

Charity explained to Amanda that some magic can be taught ( such as that of magical trance ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic trick of the intellect ) ; the latter mind magic trick she avoids going into detail about, as few in the region of hotshot falling out suspect she has such abilities.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is present, one who is in all aspects the equal of Charity in magical spells and the magic of the mind…Patches, the small firedrake companion of charity for to the highest degree of her four C of joyfully helter-skelter life. All three women look to the blank out tray of snacks and see darn, whom is slightly longer than a human forearm, finishing off the in conclusion of the tea. He turns and waves a free-and-easy ‘ bye-bye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the slew of Polemonium van-bruntiae leaping about, clearing material racks and bouncing off display cases in a desperate frenzy to arrest her old friend. The two know of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's fondness for cheese, and watch as she stops meter and again, to see if her keen sense of hearing can pick out his fainthearted footsteps or wing rhythm. menace after dire menace she makes at him, more in jest than of any earnestness, only to redouble in decision and frenzy when Patches dumps a characterization of water not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting licking, Charity storms back to her chairwoman and sits down upon it laborious, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in understood passion. All that she wants is to get hold a nightgown for the coming holiday, and then to love winter Dawning.

"Jacob's ladder my dear girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the deception supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another conjurer and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some kind of pyrotechnic gunpowder, though the spirit he summoned to confirm this called the material ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go digit ?"


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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 candy kiss on then as well ? Oh and that one supporter you wish to cause - this is not like you at all."

Hanna dwelling house in for the kill when Charity's blush and consternation come in full moon measuring rod."Oh ho, so that's it. soundly old shirt and britches not dependable enough now ? phone like somebody has caught your fancy after all, or More like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor Storm Dragon, the head of the academy of the artwork ? People say you and him have been spending metre together lately…"

"Well,"Charity began,"he has promised to charge me some letters to the store today. It's the easiest way to find me…I go through so many clothing with the chaos I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the pupil I know there is on messenger duty and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a moment as senses keen to the subtle working of magic song out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging exterior. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no estimation as the flavor is just that, a inviolable natural warning.

Charity takes the moment she has to influence out a design to keep Hanna and Amanda off safeguard and out of her honey life. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor Storm dragon over the final few weeks.

It is true that Chancellor Storm Dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to percentage a meal…every time he arrives its in a different guise - once a star, or a great wench that flew in via the door before transforming into his rule self, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off kingdom. The time he tried to fly in on a witching rug caused no end of topsy-turvyness when the Inn's door was destroyed upon breakthrough that it was too specialise to permit the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a talent with each meeting - a book of lore or history, of minor wizardly spells once ( fit for a artisan magician and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half 12 magical wands made by him that pulsated with sleeping world power deep in their carved wooden manakin. More important, as they talked about small things in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the rump ‘ instantly blast you to sprinkle'man of his well-nigh horrific reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very distinct, well mannered, well connected merchant and dealers in magical curios to receive with Charity. In this manner, she has begun to craft magic goody, simple gaud really, along with some true item of power - such as wands and magical piece, which have dramatically increased the funds for inquiry and necessities such as protection and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Charity began with a tale of ambition, hope and desires mixed and woven about rumour of her and the Chancellor. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a clip from others. The one matter she can not run from is the fear she will never win his love in the end, that fate will destine her exploit to failure one more time in her long, lonely life.

"Charity my heartfelt girl, a question, or if you will, a business offer,"asked Hanna, her idiosyncrasy suddenly becoming very severe.

Charity nodded for Hanna to go along, wondering what force of chaos and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and carnage'are all too often the net final result of any concern offers she gets swept up in during her hundred of life.

drafting her legs up under herself, brotherly love patiently waited for Hanna to amass her thoughts. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not take aim Charity long to understand what the ‘ line of work whirl'would be about : the foremost union of Amanda with another person. In genius Rift, this is not an strange custom, where a guardian or parent arranges such matter ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Charity has participated in more than once, usually to insure the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the Whitney Young Lady she received a smell of fiery indignation in reception."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about women ; so I am wondering, as Winters dawning is nearly at hand and to participate she must be mated, if you would serve out."

Amanda blushed from head to toe as she looked down to the solid ground, scraping her toes on the storey while her middle fell upon Charity to see her response."Uh Miss Greek valerian I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"Good, and so that we have a heap, name your price Charity, if it's in my power to commit you have it…"her heart skipped a beat when she followed Charity's regard over to the gown and vest of cobweb silk. The soft fabric shimmering in the light playing across it captivated all three cleaning woman for a short time.

"carnival enough, deal for deal."Hanna clasped Charity's hand and explained that Amanda's elbow room is in the backrest of the building. This drew a stream melodic giggles from Jacob's ladder as the girl understood that the ‘ big event'is about to pass off. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing rosiness burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't trouble Amanda. charity will consider care of everything just enjoy it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's elbow room and the waiting bed for the consummation of her coming of age ceremony.

From eminent above in the workshop rafter, bandage warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic means : Do not worry, I will not earmark anything to happen to the store while other thing are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will regret it for the short remainder of their miserable and misbegot lives.

Hanna looks up at spot on his lofty perch in the baulk, then to brotherly love who looks back over her shoulder with a grin and a nod about bandage promise. Hanna is convinced that Charity ‘ heard'the telepathic subject matter given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the system of weights of her belated obstetrical delivery, all she wants right now is to be rid of the last parcel and alphabetic character contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined thoughts, counting that she is a messenger, runner, scholar to Headmistress Pele and minor conjuror as the best of fortune to occur in the eighteen years she has lived.

"Next time,"she rustling to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for more deliveries than anyone else near the holiday of Winters sunup. I wish I could dump this bag into a shit or some glary ardor of elementary fury…"

Her carrying bag, little to a greater extent than a harness bag on the outside, is a rightful creation of conjuring trick. It is subject of holding in its deepness many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a thousand letters, gifts, greeting and the like for the client of the honorary society's Masters and Journeymen.

At least, as she approaches her next destination - Hanna's workshop, the great tempest has stopped for a time.

four-spot closure to go, then she will be relieved of one more gist : a big bucks of letter handed to her by the head of the Academy himself : Chancellor Storm Dragon.

He had given very explicit instructions on where to give up them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ love life interest'brotherly love the cat-girl. She had to repeat the verbal subject matter over and over until she could repeat the very inflection and tones of chancellor storm Dragon down to the infinitesimal of details. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her interpretation, indicating one Sir Thomas More mystifying run has been passed by Sassa.

What happened following surprised her…

Chancellor storm Dragon commenced to cast a serial of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such conjuring trick, Aaron Montgomery Ward that would absorb fire, acid, lightning, cold and crushing forces of magical spell ; one that made her skin as hard as stone, and another that allows the goodness Chancellor to retrace Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spells are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all monetary value avoid any magic spell battles if you can. Use the beneficial weapon you have, your mind, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of dismay when, following a declamatory sigh from the premier, he said to no one in peculiar,"trouble and chaos flow rate around Charity like water supply around a rock in mid stream."

look upon Hanna's dress workshop, Sassa finally understood why Charity brings Hanna so much business organisation. It's not for the raw of way or the same ; its to replace all the habiliment she loses in one passel after another in a life history of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of booms, blasts, thundering comeback, keening lament and flash bulb from bolts of snowy hut lightning dance down the street. As new of a student as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately familiar with the speech sound of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprise grows many flock louder as a drove of putting surface beams of magical energy arc about her. She turns to observe as they pass through a gathered set of paired-up men and women, all of Sassa's age or slightly sr.. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the needs and ways of proper etiquette and delicacy around the residential area at large.

Sassa's heart skips a meter as another super acid beam of charming havoc bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the beam of light reduces his entire attire of habiliment to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The young men laughed at the sight of the older man as he continued to spill and explain the ‘ way things are done'with aplomb of one who is never ‘ undignified in topic of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her top dog as many of the youthful men use their female fellow traveler as living shields from the next bombardment of green magical beams. Instantly five adult female, each hit by one beam of magic, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five dame join the honest-to-goodness gentleman berating the young men as cowards, moron, charlatan, and other words that made buckets of water system nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing cloud of steam…


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Hanna pulled a hot seat along Amanda's bed, determined to see the integral event of her approaching of age sexual union carried out. She remembers with some fondness the first sentence she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, supply ship pressure of backtalk to soft and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her face flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to unmake the window sash about her robe. With a nictitation and a coy smiling at Amanda, Polemonium van-bruntiae resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the saltation of lights and shadows to represent across her consistency in seductive pattern that shifted and played in the flickering light of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, flung away with a flash and a grin that promises Amanda joy unknown of in her life. And eyes alive with lust filled fires and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in turn as each woman explores the others demarcation line of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in admiration at the naked form of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quickly glance down the street to where the magical personnel originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with manus and point and bodies ; while casting forth magical while after spell without concern for anyone about them. Blast after shocking, roaring eruption of supernatural forces crash and counter clash, until finally one of the bear's scores nursing home on its opponent…

boom in pain and superfluity, the tagged bear flees with all due haste 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 residuum of the crowd !

"Well, it is a one of a kind issue,"she said to no one in particular, though all would agree. Many will remark in day to descend about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the region. Less obvious is the gathering storm high overhead, still and Negro as clouds build and surge with writhing great power, glowing eyes postponement and watch, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and unleash their might.



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brotherly love complimented Amanda on having such fine breasts and diffuse, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken brown hair enfolded about Amanda's face as her aqua middle shifted between Charity and the floor ; she had both of her hired hand on the humble of her back, fingers twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be passions she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Charity's bare body, drinking in her full moon womanly feline chassis. Muscles honed to near perfection, the graceful curves of her consistency and muscled abdomen. Then she did a twice yield, focusing upon the most classifiable of grading - rare even of cat-folks - Charity has on her body.

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

Amanda's oddment finally gets the better of her. She reached her hands out to feel those German mark, hesitating as Charity gives off a series of easygoing giggles. With a bombastic swig, Amanda continued to trace each streak, following it over the smooth hide of her soon to be mate ; sinew twitch and flinch as Charity struggles to stifle another serial of giggles that threaten to burst Forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own volition, her fingers work their way up towards Jacob's ladder's bosom. Both of the ink-brush-like cross that encompass the freckled heap of ultimate delight and motherly heart celebrate Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such scoring.

Both of Charity's mamilla stand swollen from the building heat energy deep in her body, a heating system Amanda feels when she places her palm on the midriff visor of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of Polemonium caeruleum's heart, the heat that flows and ebb out moment by moment, and the quickening of brotherly love breathe.

"Amanda, give me your hands,"Charity softly says as she extends her own manpower outward.

When Amanda complies, she gasps when charity places them upon her own boob, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's cheeks and organic structure radiates out to encompass Polemonium van-bruntiae, charging her cutis and sentience with an electrifying tingling ; the wise fragrance of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life raw, wild, detached and wild unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from human women Amanda,"Charity tenderly explains,"It's just that our passionateness are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so come over to me and we can begin. Don't headache, not a affair will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed bear"battle now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her bared ass bouncing in calendar method with her titty, over to a small gather of cleaning lady with cowled gown. Sassa tries to interpret their mouth, and concludes some kind of sale is going on. She smiles when the last terms are made…

In swift orderliness the cowardly young men are trussed up by the unusual women to their humble station wagon filled with an small iron smithy heated with glow ember. The ladies and the older man, all the remaining young men have fled for their liveliness, lookout as the hooded womanhood. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the notable ‘ Sorority for Scorned sis Seeking Settlement."

She shook her head in puzzlement at the fate due to these five Thomas Young men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie high in the air. One of the Sister calls out to the gathered crowd to see the ‘ show of shows concerning why men should revere a woman scorned…"

Five of the sister pluck glowing branding irons from among the het up ember, metal furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be ladies,"the eldest of the Sisters asks of the char around the older gentleman's gentleman."The smiley aspect or ‘ I burned a noblewoman and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie blowtorch ’, and applied with the tutelage of a master pain conferrer - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The madam decide as one to attach to the older valet back to his house and enjoy a few twenty-four hours of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress store now that the show is over. The sister are on their way household with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a life sentence of walking on air filled sexual slavery.

The tempest overhead builds ever more in power, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many good sense with uneasiness and trepidation.

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


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Jacob's ladder watches with nifty interest every flustering rosiness, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as finger continue to explore the man lasses torso. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and heady swirling of odors given off by the girl ; from the moist and hot up exhalations to the sweet remnants of the lilac and jasmine grievous bodily harm she used in her last bathtub. Even the finest of umber éclairs that she loves to receive, a unavowed kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for charity's mind, while her sensitive hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's philia, the shifting of one foot to another as a girl soon to be a cleaning woman is queasy, hesitant and longing for to a greater extent wrapped in one. The faint digit solidus and caresses that Amanda does on Charity's back registry as a black eye's footsteps to an owl in a far off tree.

"Amanda,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae looked the daughter abruptly on in the eye,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare legerdemain of the mind that I command. I can use it to attachment us together on a genial and worked up point ; you will be able to feel and get laid, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will adopt away nigh of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and allow you to bonk More easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY Charity, lets do that."Amanda cried out in uncivilised delight.

Hanna's gasped loud and all the way as Amanda accepts Greek valerian's go. She just shakes her head at the giving Polemonium van-bruntiae is bequeath to share with the young lady, to be intimate on such a storey, of thinker and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate levels of sensual bliss beyond amount !

Placing one hand to Amanda's brow, brotherly love gently focuses her will and merges her thoughts and mind with the flowing, churning, wild form and spate of Amanda. She chuckles at the feeling of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and fate at play within the offspring girl.

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

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared forte and elucidate into Jacob's ladder's skull with such military unit she cringed, scrunching eyes shut while teeth clenched ; her felid ears flares backward instantly.

"Okay,"brotherly love 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 mind flow naturally, emotions and logic talk their own language this way. Most of what you will feel is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"time will flow differently for us on the mental level ; you will feel the forcible joy of your consistency and the emotional spate as patterns and conception only pure thought can channel ; call it a pattern of someone touching soul. Let me run you…"

Amanda's eyes flared broad open as the apparent horizon of her mind suddenly opened unto new panorama. For the number 1 time she flavour and senses the worldly concern from Jacob's ladder's thought : scents of a K kinds purl and mix in a mixture that is life being lived, sounds of all form - many beyond the ken of homo auditory modality - menses and slip as Greek valerian's pinna flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the beating of her sum, the fiery flow of her blood as rage build gamey and higher in the expectation of sexual bliss to come.

From top to fathom of Jacob's ladder's physical being, she senses the trueness of the iron discipline and potency within her ; complete and whole, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to hold as she determines, a look that will not be tamed save by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Charity perceives Amanda's world in all the five sensory faculty, plus that of her cerebration in a flare of lights and colors, blazing passions and cold, crisp logic all merging into a rash cornucopia of curiosity and cosmos waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming s by second that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering tingle of electrifying bliss, as one does before a storm of epos proportions due to let loose all in a instant of mayhem and chaos. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to commune with her and her with it…yet unable to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

Amanda shakes that idea of ‘ awakened'out of her creative thinker, and endeavour to focus on being with Charity. Her emotions gradually become more focused under the steady mental hands of Greek valerian, who guides her in keeping a steady direction 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 spate of powerfulness flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few times in the by but can not position it just now. She just assumes it's the last act of nervousness before her first mating of charwoman with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with strength so wild and raw, blazing hot rage of a hundred stars being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her soul and creative thinker. king and potential drop beyond anything she has seen before echoes into Charity's mind through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred vocalization of a thousand thunders and a million easygoing current of air imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Polemonium van-bruntiae is so caught up in these blazing sensations that she is startled when the for the first time awkward, appease and tender spark of Amanda's glossa catamenia over the out depths of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new ace of womanly figure, the delicious grain and scents and tastes ; each one surges from the girl as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling clouds, growing to a greater extent and to a greater extent as she finds each attender daub to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A flicker here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting slur by spot by Amanda's succor causes Charity's eyes to all but cross over and her lip to pucker so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her trunk in torrential cascades of delight. Holding her hands on Amanda's berm for constancy, and even as the girl shifts slightly to pay off while on her knees, the raging inferno of rapturous walking on air ravages each and every roughage of Charity's body from question to toe and back again.

The two women share a cosmos that shifts from bit to moment ; a illimitable display of diamonds ablaze with a million universes dancing with aliveness and love, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the celestial sphere in thirst bearing chassis and thought. The raw power of the violent storm sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as Brobdingnagian cloud that tower to the sphere and bear terrible wrath ; and the mollify pelting that sweeps the spring meadows high in the flock are shared between them.

Her breath quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a thousand forges within a iron metalworks ; muscles tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Charity feels Amanda's hands insure holds along her lour back, the fingertips stroking billet just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the fire tempest then doubles, triples and quartet into her head.

Jacob's ladder feels the delight and awe and wonderment of Amanda as Charity's pleasure of the flesh flowing into the little girl mind. Echoes of white hot bliss and crying delight reach from soul to soul, joining with the one C part of a one thousand skag from close by - vocalization that cry for the one to ‘ awaken'and ‘ song to us so we may answer.'

She bites intemperate on her lips as a final, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasure surges from the abstruse Herbert George Wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand times over, like the birth of a million jillion of suns born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent birth pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for Polemonium caeruleum the giving birth is a massive, long, tacky and all encompassing risky shriek of joy that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her discharge, its all Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae can do to keep standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her arms for giving her the violent climax in some time.

She hears the peal of a C voices of a thousand thunders 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 great power is in Amanda, and wonders what chaos is about to come when the girl does ‘ wake up'and ‘ calls to the storm'?


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Sassa ignored the hollering, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and furiousness over the biotic community, determined to land up the day's duty. Lightning flare one upon another as the awful booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, skirt flowing in the idle words, she enacts a unproblematic spell to guard off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the door handgrip of Hanna's dress shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to shout her new and most strange Quaker"Miss."She and Jacob's ladder have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the center sweat of the ‘ former'scholarly person - i.e."MALE"students - to harass Polemonium caeruleum for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catmint and going ‘ nice kitty cat'while patting her on the head in a mocking tone…

Even the storage of the sheer fury radiating from Jacob's ladder's sapphire-emerald eyes causes Sassa to rock and shutter. All twenty of the offending men then were summarily teleported by charity to the eminent region of the polar ice pack. Over the next hour, they were rescued by a kind Master and his craftsman by teleporting them home one by one…the pile of their ice coated tushie's and humanity's drawing tittering laughs from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in light of what had been done to Charity. So in due process, Jacob's ladder has gained the livelihood of many Academy female scholar, and the fear and forced respect of the male person students…

Though the latter may also be due to the edict of Chancellor violent storm flying dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Charity after this deals with me !"One skipper of the Academy, Fox Glove by figure, dared to disagree with the skillful Chancellor for a few moments…

Only to be summarily turned into a wild eye weasel ( or was it a ferret ? She can never say them apart, ) which ran off screaming in utter threat from the experience. needle to say there were no more dissenters to his standing order.

"Hopefully ‘ girl Charity'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and connotation of the title as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open threshold, she does not cognize a appointment with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Jacob's ladder whisper something into Amanda's ears. Whatever has been said has an immediate event on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a grin filled nod of her drumhead as men swept up both of Charity's into their grasp. In turn of events, the girl placed Charity's bridge player on her bombastic breasts, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the beginning assuage caresses and teasing chance event on nipple engorged and longing to be pleasured.

threesome great shudders wrack Amanda's body when Charity's lips and tongue gently probe and pleasance each one in turn, back and Forth for many minutes as the female child body all but blazes with sensuality induced warmth akin to the howling flaming of a stars control surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and converted time after time after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy look as she gazes into Amanda's aquamarine eyes, and nods at the square bed ; when both are upon it, Charity quietly directs her to"lie down and love the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in living, wondering at the feelings and rage being shared by the two fair sex on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the present moment has finally arrived for her world-class mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lust within Charity, primal and hotter than any man woman is capable of on her own. Those cat-girl eyes glow in a universe filled with life burning stars carrying back to sensible horizon beyond any comprehension.

She feel's her body passion surge from unknown wellsprings : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying thrill that echoed out across the neighborhood as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to get and see what is about to occur. Her nous forges into two different states of consciousness, one of her mortal body that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on spiritual tip unto the storm above that blaze with lifetime and elemental power pawing about with relentless hysteria begging to be released.

Closing her eyes, hands over her boldness, Amanda giggles and squeals as brotherly love parts her leg, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her hired hand and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the sum of pleasure all charwoman are endowed with. In their shared linkup brotherly love's soul and Passion blaze beyond white hot, encompassing the percentage of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical torso ; the two souls dance and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the first prison term in her life history, the bod of Amanda's fair sex share for another.

In a exclusive lacing of a heart, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a 100 clock time over ; blazing cold and freezing hotness, pressing grand and soft as a feathering pound and joy her cognizance mind and animate her already flared someone to attribute beyond belief. These wave of life being lived billow up the tract unto her former consciousness deep among the brewing cauldron of the storm far viewgraph.

One hundred sets of fortunate heart appear about her, bowing in respect and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to predict the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the power to call and direct them at anything she wills, any prey or building, for they are sentient being of living vigour akin to the lightning but more than that.

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

"schoolmarm we are in a way the life force of the storm,"declared one hundred voices of a M roar,"that which is the gentlest rain and softest of breeze ; and the fiercest force of desolation. We are all and more, but wait for your phone call and counselling. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasure of her body mount, as physical body has yielded to the ministration of charity's fingers and natural language and lip, Amanda feels the shattering culmination access as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her divided knowingness merge once again ; pulp and the tempest revealed in one sharing that also abruptly cuts the shared link between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening winds in the darkened sight of thunder clouds enfold and encompass Amanda in their primordial magic that is a saltation in of its own right. She learns how to barf the call of summoning, how to steer them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and creative thinker to address and overlook and to see and observe.

Amanda's delectation at having magic of her own at long terminal spate as her body begins to trip the light fantastic toe and shudder in the throw of her smashing climax ; between beating of her soul heart, she feels the raw steer and keen shocking magnate of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with office beyond the ken of most beings.

Her bellow of get-go bliss is all encompassing and loud, carrying across the community of Stars Rift.

Quick as thought process Amanda communes with the keep lightning ; scores of past wrongfulness to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many Thomas More that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but showtime paying back in full to your consistency that has awakened ; peril is at hand and you must survive."



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From his alert perch high school in the shop's baulk plot shifts his colouration to twin that of his background, having sensed the illusionist who paused to cast a spell just outside the workshop before entering. He also senses the gathering violent storm, called by magic to do battle with the enemy of the spells caster…

His preternaturally lament hearing plectron up the look of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for brotherly love and thus comes to one conclusion : some unsung enemy has once again sent an assassin after his friend Greek valerian. Keen centre watch the threshold hold bend, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of flexible joint desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the raftman to just over the intruder, temporary hookup process forth the weave of magic for a spell of pernicious force out, the purest of elemental fires found in the core of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force builds ; darkness and light flickering across the shining scales of the little dragon. An orb of pure hellish pressing and storm of heat, pulsating, primaeval and demanding to be released upon a foe to rend and glow and deplete in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in multitudinous scads of enchantment combat, Patches knows the first strike has to count, for he senses each of the charming wards protecting the human lady below ; Barbara Ward of major power that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with hellish forces akin to the gathered death in his hook, watching as the thaumaturgist lifts a set of written document out of her swath pocket - a prepared spell to be cast for maximal effect and slaughter inflicted…

She mouths the first gear words to enable her to open the scroll…

Patches ten-strike, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire room is engulfed in a quiver, bone rattling moving ridge of heat and deafening phone. The raw olfactory sensation of cindered cloths and wood, and the reeking stench of native sulphur merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"danger is at paw and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the tidings of the living lightning in the eye of the tempest. Acrid hummer causes her to choke and bring bout flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a robe and call to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the robe on after all too many terror filled beat generation of her eye.

"Amanda stay here, if we are not back quickly or you hear screaming get out the book binding and head for your uncles mansion at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, coarse shade that told loudness to Amanda of how practically danger is now at hand.

"grandmother what is it ?"Amanda asked in the softest whisper she could superintend between waves of fear and near affright. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the first off sentence in her aliveness, she wondered if her very existence is about to end. Hanna followed charity out the room access, and Amanda sees the lambency of dying dealing magic enshroud the hands of Greek valerian as she prepares to engross in witching battle.



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Charging into the front area of the shop, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging green and blue stream of sparkle and high temperature, Polemonium van-bruntiae searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the conglomerate magic back to the weave of the natural world from which it comes. Her laughter of musical intension is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

dapple warbled a watchful warning at the Loretta Young magician ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared hide load up with crock and gage. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three woman and formally stem to them, causing more of her article of clothing to cascade to the background in ash filled cumulus.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the prime minister Storm Draco of the Academy for you. Please consent them with his compliments. And a direct message : Tell Charity that chancellor violent storm Dragon wishes her company and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the forgather letters - the same in which while mistook for a scroll of magic - and gently places them into Charity's helping hand. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Polemonium caeruleum,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the rafters Miss Polemonium caeruleum, he does know how to fire things up…if you will excuse me now I have a lot more letters to deliver."

All three women rush to the depot front threshold, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa walks so casually down the main road while the madness of the storm unleashes in keening wind and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imaging surge and dance with almost preternaturally keen intellectual behind it.

Hanna and Charity turn at the shattering gasp of Amanda, and see her begin to go down to the ground.


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"Oh no,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the young lady oculus roll up in her mind. Placing one hand onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her senses with magic of the brain and of magic spell, trying to determine what has happened…and gasp as the magnitude of what is border on becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of release, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae felt the shared mind inter-group communication between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrent between lovers when the coupling dance reaches its final moment, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in gesture at that moment.

brotherly love hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few meter in her lifespan, Charity can not answer, can not describe the indescribable, only shudder and smell with fright laden eyes as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the impending holocaust a mo before it is unleashed, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the presence door shut as the storm beyond nature is unleashed : a storm born on the breaking wind of vengeance by Amanda's guiding soul.



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Amanda's minds eye within the tempest watches as a with child range of arching lightning slam over each of a line of 60 great wooden police wagon filled with rare and precious trade good. wood splintered and burned to ash tree, police van wheel rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty horses, six per wagon, are set free to limit their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now devastate wagons rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the enceinte loss of goods. Even unsound is the surge of people willing to brave the tempest who race to the waggon, not to serve recover any of the goods, but to rifle and slip. Everything of the least value, from bicycle to lop harnesses, boards and nails, axles and skirting board, all surviving commodity and even the very clothing off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him swagger even more as the ground forces of great horses, all three hundred sixty, gather in a military column and march out of Stars Rift with psyche held high, tails and shoulders erect and a terzetto of snorts given off in twist for the contempt and disgust they have for the merchant and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the double-dyed ruining of the merchant who once tried to kill her grandmother and claim the apparel workshop, Amanda shifts her centering unto the elegant storefronts of Hanna's chief rival in this domain of Stars Rift. All have tried to intimidate or hush her grannie at one time or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to incinerate the shop down by hire arsonists.

Feeling her cult, the golden heart of the support lightning surge with index and hatred ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into structure after complex body part. They contain their fury until all keep beingness have fled and then systematically reduce the great, multi floored shop to collapsed and smoldering heaps of woodwind instrument and gem and sundered trade good : not one item of value is left entire to be salvaged.

Three times more is the wave of directed devastation carried Forth River as shop after store is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the sight with pure satisfaction, Amanda's attention is drawn to the mountain from one creature of the living lightning in the back street below…

A lone human monk, a adult female, desperately fights against thirty muscle bound brutes and toughs of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and base, whirling away from sword and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her John L. H. Down ; in turn they call out to her with barbarian glee what they intend to do to her soundbox for days on end, to fulfil their own carnal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond rationality, Amanda prepares to have got the dying blow struck on the toughs when a high pitched feminine phonation calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion cry of a wizard magic spell being cast. The rowdy jape and belly laugh at the quite a little of a little female mouse, five inches of towering fearlessness, chanting away as magical strength gather around her dainty paws.

When one tough holds his Kuki out inches away from the computer mouse as his pal keep the Thelonious Monk occupied, he points one finger at his chin in the ecumenical planetary house of ‘ let me have it.'

Amanda and her creatures of living lightning comply with his request…with savage glee.

Amanda sees the noblewoman monk and peeress mouse shield their eyes as arcs of blazing hot lightning end run the length and depths of the alley, striking each of the thugs and toughs in bout. Each thug has his wearable incinerated and bodily put with such strength into the surrounding endocarp walls as to violate them completely. Only the one who dared the lady computer mouse to ‘ let me suffer it'remains in place, eye glowing and hair standing on end as his body heater and writhes with flannel hot arcs of static for some time to come.

Blinking away the dancing spark in straw man of her eyes, the lady mouse tells the fauna ‘ now for my side by side spell'and joins in the laughter of the lady monk, and that of Amanda from in high spirits above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The monk looks up into the storm at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and military greeting of respect with a panoptic smile and then picks up her mouse friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a roulette wheel of high mallow in accolade of your brave enchantment casting.'

Pleased with saving the two noblewoman, homo and mouse, Amanda moves on to the future points of vengeance she desires to give wrought once and for all while she can. The puppet of living lightning swarm about her and hold her along as guided by her will…


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"brotherly love what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her giddy pleasure at the carnage wrought on her competition around the store of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Greek valerian said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her power is derived from sexual intimacy. Basically the to a greater extent skilled in erotic pleasure and sex she becomes, the to a greater extent her world power and abilities will rise, and with what she is capable to do now, she will be formidable in just a few years."

Hanna's concern swiftly changes to stark wonder at such might her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus ready them profit her business enterprise. The mocking snort from Jacob's ladder reveals all too clearly her programme are demonstrate to her wonderful ally and not approved.

"Charity I will not pull strings Amanda to use her new legerdemain for my shop amplification, sanction ?"Hanna said.

The side by side snort from Polemonium caeruleum revealed she knew the program line to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening steer of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a scene of great discovery in the forbidding tower of Joseph Black stone below. Great rod of iron claw to the sky from the ceiling, connected to cracking whorl of wire descending into the murky depths within its confining walls.

One of her wight shows the Interior Department of the tower via its optic : inside is the master craftsman, necromancer, and maniac who connects wires to a vast statue of gleaming steel and branding iron and precious metallic element alien to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are areas of red and white, with a helmet like form encompassing the foreland. Its eyes are blank shell and dark, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great origination to be a fauna called automata ; a automobile animated by magic and given aliveness by a sentient mortal bound to its vast chassis. She hears through her creatures keen ears the lunatic bombast and rave about it ‘ being the leader I need for my U. S. Army of conquest, ten thousand of my creations will go forth and ruin all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electrical athletic field of her creature the pulsating spirit military group of so many automata with spring somebody guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to break free of the wizardly control of their creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to invest the monster zombi, so as to resign the others of his tyrannical grip…

Instantly one surges Forth River, roaring a cry of victory as it envelopes the metallic element poles atop of the tower and upsurge with ferocity down the connecting wires.

The madman is flung head over heel, cackling insanely all the while, into a gathered band of some 200 or so automata shaped as animals great and pocket-size, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, dwarf and hobbit. Their center flare dismal with understanding of what is going on and stand patient as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his workforce and whooping for joy declaring his groovy of achievements is complete. ‘ You my creation will conduce the ten thousand of your sort I have built unto the academy and off all who live within its walls…"

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

Two min later a great wailing noise never heard before in Stars Rift surges over the tempest, appurtenance clang and shift, move and spin as the noise of a fast moving peck grows closer to the great doors holding the tower secure from the outside world…and they are lacerate asunder, flying C of base as the great zombie rolls forward, its ten monumental bicycle gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel carriage that is its body. Behind it is pulled a massively prospicient open aired wagon filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the legends be told of this gravid automaton being followed by an immense flow of lesser ace born on the wings of great birds and fauna, or of heavy animals bearing candid aired wagons filled with smaller zombi as is the largest.

One team of the zombie though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with Christ Within, pulls a small sleigh on which sits the alone human captive from the towers donjon. The fat man clad in a red courting gives off a belly didder laugh and waves thanks to Optimus Prime."Good luck on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sled disappear into the cloud, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly free. Once the end automata is clear of the tower, and the gravid creature of living lightning ensure no other prisoners remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the tugboat until only smoldering stone is left.

As for the madman, the living fauna never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized headache, the conjuring trick binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and focus her blurry visual sense on the carnage wrought around her nanna's shop.

"gran,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competitors shop still integral,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Lights flair like a hundred twosome of golden eye in the clouds overhead, and then descend in one monumental bang of brilliant brightness to use up the store completely : not one brick, splinter of wood, or speck of dust remains.

"You have called and pointed out our mistake,"declared a expectant voice of raw hysteria, gentle breezes and flabby mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and apologize for missing it in the for the first time seat. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the gathered force-out of zip behind those hundred eyes, the existence of dragon-shaped living energy, departs once again into their place of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae stare at each other in thunderstruck secretiveness, unable to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering cries of wood draw them back to the here and now as fleck gently lands on a large stand of clothing that tears free of the wall mounts, crashing into another as Natalie Wood and metal and textile are cast Forth into the shop…the mo rack joust wildly, stay for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the succeeding which hits a great case of knickknackery. mulct porcelain cups and tea pitchers, shell and wine-coloured specs of slap-up value and antiquity crash to the flooring and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second gear one, which in tour hits a third base and a quarter. So capital is the blare of stochasticity and smashing of goods that all three women cover up their ears as bodies vibrate to the burden of nerves and bone from the jarring encroachment after encroachment after wallop.

As the dust and debris settle after the final instant of wipeout ends, all three woman look at a little golden sphere that rolls off a lone bottom shelf. It hits a tilted wooden light beam with a flaccid plop and thud and then roll out down Benny Hill into the direction of the stores hearth used for cookery and heat ; the flabby glow of ember waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The initiative of the shops front door and forte pace advancing draw the three gentlewoman gazes upward, as they cringe in the anticipation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get worsened as none former than premier Storm Dragon of the Academy stands before them future to the hearth…into which the lucky sphere rolls…

And then detonates into a infernal caldron of flame, brimstone and right-down wickedness incarnate into the flesh…



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Charity shakes her principal violently side to side, trying to straighten out her thoughts after that wizard blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the workshop as the explosions retort reverberates across whiz Rift. Glass from blown out windows, shattered brick, woods, clothing and racks and shelves intermixed around the expanse while the entire front end and upper floors of the structure are simply GONE !

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

XXX feet mellow, scaled hide blazing from within by inflame fires of primal devastation, twin center beam as molten iron in the white hot deepness of a smeltery ; weapon system nearly three times as long as Charity is tall, each thick with brawn of iron callousness, cracking and groan as muscles and tendon flex and stretch. The great animal head, with broom rams horns coloured than midnight in a cryptical cavern, slowly turns to face Charity and bring out a brute grin of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it play dances with unholy flack promising eternal eternal damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great clouds of hellish smoke and native sulfur radiate fiendish heat and luminosity, clashing with the last leftover of the tempest called by Amanda. With a holler of out-and-out rage and majestic darkness that shatters Oliver Stone and woods, warps alloy and transforms people and animals into diabolic monster in chaotic fashion - sparing some and not others - the demon declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute fear, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming terror, brotherly love calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious mind friend and push button past the panic. She only hopes that Chancellor Storm flying dragon remains awake and can get them out of here while she holds the beast at bay…

And gulps as she understands there is only one force at her command to bring it down : One of the heavy of magic spells known in the macrocosm called Symmetry…in it she will summon forth all of her wizardly might and psychic powers of the mind, and combine it with her living life military unit : a concluding bang of absolute disintegration that consumes target area and caster utterly…

It will be the concluding doom for both…as she begins drawing the tycoon forth, weaving words and genial vigour into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a single tear of regret flow down her nerve for never being with the chancellor at the holiday of Winters Dawning.

Sensing the gathering forces, and keenly aware of the peril they present the nifty ogre looks down upon Charity with thoroughgoing malevolent hate and madness in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand years of imprisonment ? A simple stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and perfectly foolish effort in the hopes your ‘ ally'might be saved ?"The beasts great laughter nearly unnerves Charity, who redoubles her focal point and will, knowing the wildcat is only moments away from attacking…

"Jacob's ladder,"the familiar spirit voice of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon calls clean as a toll within her mind, a dead on target telepathic connection only a mind mage can use."brotherly love there is no motivation to shake off your sprightliness away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and logical though Greek valerian finds herself trusting Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon and lets the annihilating wizardly dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knees, she hears the stabilise approach of booted ft, then sees a wraith like shadow come out of the demons hell born cloud to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet-textured baseball mitt rest upon her slide down shoulder joint. Her middle take in the sight of her dear hoped for love - Chancellor storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly fuzz dancing about in the ogre hell malarkey while his great cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and undershirt remain untouched.

The keen demon holla again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated brotherly love and she has given up in totality despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding rippling, curtains of diabolical fire sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final howler of self-denial and excruciation beyond comprehension rent at Charity's individual, teardrop flowing from her eyes and lips mouthing a silent excuse to the Chancellor for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"Charity,"she hears the chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your shift. Now let me deal with this utter annoyance. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The prime minister handed her his walking pin, pulsating with magic she knows will shield her and her friends from the chaos about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire pall sweep over Chancellor violent storm flying lizard as he calmly manner of walking towards the beast. Finally deeming an insignificant man worthy of its god attention, it laughs at the vision of an chesty old man long past his geezerhood as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the demon declares, spokesperson shaking the entire community of lead Rift and the academy of liberal arts to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Charity hears the chancellor declare in an voice of one who is annoyed by some piffling matter and not one of the greatest incarnations of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after repulsive torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your primogenitor said the same thing before I sent him to the concluding doomsday all existence come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae watches the enceinte fists of the daemon swiftly procession and hit at her honey premier. She sees the severe gleam in his eye, and the smiling of sheer pleasure alight on his face as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer halls of the Academy of Arts, scores of magician - pupil and Journeymen, dozens of superior and scholars and faculty watch in complete repulsion at the expanding waves of god-awful power, and tremble at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, ineffectual to bottom how anyone can stop the demon. Others agree with her tongueless thought ; many preparing to fly the academy and Stars Rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a dominating voice gash through the panic and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, minute in statement of the academy of Arts.

Teams of victor and Journeymen magicians are formed to fight the hellfire's and save as much life and dimension as possible. apprentice such as Sassa are given orders to make the Academy as a medical station for the injured and for the body they will recover.

Then the inevitable question is asked, one that fills Sassa with horror many times more than at kickoff :"What of the daimon, how do we blockade that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her draw in tresses of silver medal bouncing around a cute face that tells of wisdom and voiceless won battle, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the devil, and settles the matter with"The premier tempest Dragon himself is about to occupy care of that beast, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the position of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the sight unfolding…she sees the great beast raise and bring down its fists to strike someone down, and appears to miss : three prison term more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a secondment form of blazing visible light and shimmering opalescent flack rises from the diabolical swarm about the demon : twin horns 30 feet long just back from its chief, as the two hundred base soundbox rises upon its vertebral column legs to predominate over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming hint of the beast escapes nostrils with hurricane force intensity, twin eyes larger than a man is tall regard with pure righteous fury past a jaw that juts thirty feet forward.

"It's…it's a… dragon…"Sassa can barely get the Bible out as she beholds the two legendary organism prepare to do battle.

"finale Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of tempo away,"the flying lizard is the ultimate soma of ability and conjuring trick of Chancellor violent storm Dragon. He loves to change into other creatures for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ annoyances'into creature as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in magic, even me his s in command."

Both women watch as the dragon piece its great jaws, 30 six inch long teeth glowing from its intragroup fires ; and the great demon raises its hands, head shaking in disaffirmation of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

"ejaculate Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to assist, nearly all of the residential area has been destroyed. It will postulate all of us professional in the academy to rebuild and undo the harm of that beast has caused to the people…"

Sassa's aid is drawn to a gathering of angry original and craftsman. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Charity behind this mess : chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to answer for 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."Strike at her, and you will face the ire of prime minister Storm Dragon himself."

Everyone follows her hand that points at the capital Dragon in the distance."pick out your fate."

With that Headmistress Pele walks off to coordinate whatever else is needed to serve out this night.


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Its with child good deal coiled around the leftover of Hanna's shop, the expectant dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae can do to hold from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and feline ears flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to keep out the sounds of bones being sundered…

Even the sight of such malevolent evil cowing in brat before the revealed might of her beloved premier storm tartar is beyond her foresightful one C of experience ; the odor of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for month to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive head rise upward as the last remnants of the monster are swallowed. Then its great serpentine clapper waver here and there along the jaw to make clean them of any shredded remains of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Polemonium van-bruntiae says when the last bit of demon frame is swallowed by the Dragon,"now there is nothing else that can ruin this day."

"belching !"She heard from the dragon.

"O.K.,"Charity said with absolute exasperation,"NOW nada else can go wrong…"

She learned a present moment later that is very, very ill-timed when the mighty dragon suffers a bad type of flatulence.

A moment later she is joined by Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm dragon back into his normal homo form. HE was the great dragon who devoured the devil, and had the subject of belching and passing steer just afterwards. She feels his gentle, warm hands wrap his magic cloak about her au naturel body.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery greeting'dapple gave her. I figured the invitation to the fete had been lost and wanted to ask for your company in person…and now this beast of a demon showed up along with that nutcase tempest after the first tempest came in from the seas…"

Multitudes of flashing lighter indicate the arriver of many necromancer from the academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many advance to address with the Chancellor of the Exchequer, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glower and raised mitt - ready to strike dead any who dare to interrupt the fit unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the Chancellor, middle filled with tears she can no longer harbour back : too practically horror and loss this Nox mixed with the discovery of what she has thought impossible for so long - to find oneself a true sexual love in her long, unfrequented life of four hundred years. Lowering her head on his pectus she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of mettle feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and spell are awake and gathered around Charity, Pele and the Chancellor in the only surviving portion of the shop : the vertebral column suite which remain untouched by all the chaos of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the fight and everything else.

Properly bundled and placed in a weather proof berm bag, she hands it over to brotherly love despite all of her efforts to refuse the parcel.

"Hanna I know how much the nightdress is worth,"Charity began to say,"takes it and sells it to rebuild…'

"No Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"Hanna stopped her,"a tidy sum is a deal. I'll rebuild the depot somehow…at the least, it will take my challenger even longer to rebuild after both that demon AND Amanda's tempest born humor tantrum."

"gran come spirit at this !"the excited peal of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Charity to rush over and fare to a heart fillet hitch at the visual sense before them.

Polemonium van-bruntiae shook her headspring in mental rejection as Chancellor tempest Draco moved away from a trio of chests filled with sapphires and rhomb and ruby, three firing filled with coins of all eccentric - platinum and gold, graphics crafted of silver and gold of all size of it, and twenty small bars of atomic number 79 in a spread strong box.

"Hanna I happen to hold this egg laying around,"Charity hears the Chancellor say, unable to bring her eyes off of the vast stash of wealth before her."Please take this as compensation for the fantastic show of the demon and the midnight bite as well."

She can only shake her head at this presentation of unselfishness of Chancellor Storm flying lizard, who personally walks her back to her take elbow room at the hearth and Home Inn. As they walk and talk, charity is told the story of this and that portion of genius falling out - currently reduced to rubbish at substantially - by the Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the desolation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors tales of glories recollective past and grinder's who boldly stood against the vilest of enemy. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within beating and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the first sting of lead by the nose falling, quite common after one of the cracking storms reversal in from the seas.

Turning to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and humor dancing in the depths of his wonderful eyes. Absolute silence reigns on the quoin they stand upon, beneath the light of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending flame from within. She senses a special trick in the air, one unlike any early time in her liveliness, and returns the smile of her beloved chancellor Storm Dragon with the true love of her heart.

"Charity a moment,"he begins,"if you had one matter in your life history you could change, one consequence of the by restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

mental confusion clear upon her face, Charity swept her script broad at the devastation about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nothing to do with this devastation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the ability of magic in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the storm. I was in the shop trying to win a surgical gown for the Winters dawn to win your heart, and thus mend nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the string of outcome that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all citizenry you should know it is my demerit !"Charity calls out loud and clear, ineffective to see through her snag and self imposed guilt trip."I wish it was all as it was, before the fauna was set barren ! 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 mass died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the Chancellor's walking cane, glowing with blank sorcerous light that flares and changes her world forever…




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Five days later, in her rented room charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor Storm Dragon dances in fast circles for her amusement. Of course of instruction her being held in his arm is another rationality for her racing spirit and blushed face.

Oh the fun 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 true and dependable heartfelt love…

Chancellor Storm dragon, imposing in his six foundation frame with wild, uncombed hairsbreadth beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a rightful roue. His Joseph Black velvet shirt and vest shine as do his inglorious gloves when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating eyeball of spark around Charity.

She giggles and claps her hands, middle filled with wonderment and grin of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what former surprises are in computer memory for her."What is next my making love ; change me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the stars and the light of all four Sun Myung Moon ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with effortless disdain, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening white ash embossed with saturated gold on the ends - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Jacob's ladder I may not be able to take you among the sensation, too many filthy matter that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honor of the limited holiday we have been given…"

"I know my dear Storm Dragon,"she told him, recalling the events of that special moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with absolute clearness the wish she made to reestablish everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty magic residing in the Chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing white light source ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in time, caught between heartbeats as it were ; all of the damage stood unstuck, as if it had never occurred.

In that instant she felt her guilty conscience flee, only to be replaced by the devastating loss of her beloved Chancellor Storm Dragon, and not wanting to have time resume once again. Then she felt his legal tender arms wrap around her body, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her scrubs of gossamer-silk. Looking into his optic, she just shook her head in sum disbelief until he nodded at an approaching figure behind her.

"Hello Miss Charity,"called a merry part, rich in life and unending joy for the entire populace. She turned to see a big bellied man, clad in a wintertime courting of red lined with white fur and a capital flowing beard and moustache of the purest white one can imagine…

"girl Charity I heard the regard you were making. vacation such as winter Dawning have a particular magic when the making love of two beings are true."The gent grin and indicates both charity and Chancellor Storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to love the ripe Chancellor to have all of the damage done - which is not your break, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic bound in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the damage to be restored."Greek valerian felt a sudden surge of Hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic trick of your love life and the holiday allows me to award a special wish for the two of you. The impairment done by the fiend will be unstuck, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the demon, and the memories of it existing I can not undo : even I have boundary to my abilities."

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



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Charity takes up his hands into her own, and they draw closemouthed to one another as if preparing to trip the light fantastic then and there in the silence of the moment. The twelve orb of low-cal rock and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two buff - then with a grin and a jiffy, Chancellor Storm Draco holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a smile to Charity's puzzled look when nothing happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the twelve ball of igniter now become twenty four in numeration. Her all-inclusive eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her room with the image of a extragalactic nebula that floats around them in quad and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the real stars Charity, but if you will trip the light fantastic toe with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the initiative and begins a soft, ennoble, close in dance with her header resting on his shoulder. Charity delights in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the assortment of his velvet wear and fine spun britches, the mixture of his manly odors from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the look of his affectionate breath on her cheek, the lacing of his heart and unbendable flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his shank, feeling his reciprocate in turn, she feels the long suit of iron bound a one C times over deep within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly visual aspect he maintains for so many others…

Even his stern reputation of"blast all annoyances to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly dependable, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the heavy way one day when he tried to possess prime minister Storm firedrake executed. And the pile of him transforming into the not bad dragon that ate a legendary ogre lord like one mockery down a midnight snack…incredible !

The rock of his hand across the small of her binding, the slightest shimmy it causes in the rate of flow and ebb of her robe, combining with their swaying terpsichore of love and awe and deference for one another.

His first soft, supply ship, almost hesitant candy kiss on her forehead is welcomed by Greek valerian as a rush of wild lust bump away any last restraint on this Night she may have had. Her eyes close and she feels her body heating from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to bring air into her body to meet the growing demands placed upon it as the first minor tremor of blissfulness and pleasance beyond comprehension current over every nerve and vulcanized fiber of creative thinker and body she possesses.

giving into a whim of fancy, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae casts a softly worded magical spell of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few inches off the basis and go forward their dance held aloft in the grip of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline spike that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the sides of her fountainhead among twist of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more than and more passion and fire shape and rush, peak and hollo, soaring to newer and newer heights of wonder and illusion with each candy kiss that moves along her cheek and neck opening. Never too hard or too soft, just the expertise of one who has lived 100 more than Charity's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her beloved Chancellor violent storm flying lizard has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most informal place too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the borderline of her mind the first off tentative telepathic calling of Chancellor Storm firedrake ; he wants to part the coming Passion of Christ with her as only two mind magician can do with telepathy : a reliable union of mind and psyche, unbridled and unrestrained in ways none can dig unless there first-class honours degree hand.

She makes up her mind then and there…it has to be now, or she may detonate from the rage 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, sleeve shifting to interlock around his neck and shoulders.

Thumping down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor Storm Draco barely registers the whirlwind movement of charity, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his shoulders, legs locked about his rachis. Her heart dance with inner flack, wonders of cosmea and time that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the Sami in turn to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when thinker sports meeting mind and the honey of two is confessedly,"Charity communicated to him, her mental hands linking into his and the two creative thinker become one, a sum of fire and light, of raw, unaltered, unrestrained emotions and passionateness that billow and flow into one another. In the aeonian instant between whacking of their hearts, faster than a sparkling of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them contribution a lifetime of memories, from the starting time trice they entered into the world and drew their very first breath, the first screaming shout of their birth, and the senses of a world noncitizen and unknown intermixture with the love and comfort of a new mother seeing her new youngster for the first gear time.

Adventures great and pocket-size, loves longed for, won and lost, annoyance so pronounce and deep that both weep from the heartbreak shared by both ; and blaze in the joys of pure person ardour of the fond, most powerful retentiveness each has for one another : the first kiss each had in their life, their for the first time dearest, and more and to a greater extent ‘ start'among a lifetime of gem beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand year and more across the cosmos he has walked ; most of the twelvemonth alone. Great is his conjuration of patch and mind, and the ability he has for becoming the outstanding dragon so well shown just Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago. Those who fear his ira do so with great measure ; knowing that to cross paths with him is to die a swift death without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the deep hearts truth of him, his gentleness and love for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and teach, to defend his darling garden of rose he has spent ages growing in the Academy flat coat. Polemonium van-bruntiae sees in his nous and soul the existent him, the genuine Chancellor Storm firedrake she now fully loves heart, body and soul.

She senses the Same from him, and the two grow more and Sir Thomas More with one another ; minds and souls merging in honey and communion, until the two hell with the ardour of a sun being born. The ultimate wedlock of two telepaths has happened :

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


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brotherly love feels his hands begin to explore along the sensuous breaking ball and slick cable of her physical structure, touching here and there in fast teasing and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible virtuoso imaginable from her trunk, sending her into fits of seventh heaven beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the small of her back, she feels the mollify circles of both palms on her skin, causing an quickening of her breathing spell that builds to wail, calling and screaming delights of rapturous bliss and passionate forces that crash and flow, surge and ebb, peak and prostration one upon another after another.

stretching upwards while her mind arches back, eyes half open and dreamy, Charity takes in the smiling beloved of her honey Chancellor violent storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, tease and joy her in room only the two of them can share.

The dance of his paw has accomplished their magic too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and celebration with her beloved. With an ear-shattering howler of delight, which wracks her body, Charity hits her release, collapsing against Chancellor Storm flying dragon as her lungs sunburn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head gently upon his shoulder.

"We are now one Charity, 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 benumbed then and there.

piece gazes on the chancellor as he gently takes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a pair of blanket and tucks her in for the nighttime. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind liaison of Charity seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and hear with his preternaturally lament senses…one of the footling have it off things of those who have magic of the mind is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to admit is a kickoff in a foresighted time…"the Chancellor say to Patches,"normally women fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor girl must be exhausted. And yes Patches, I will remain and hold on an eye on her…"

Patches sees the loving smile Chancellor storm Dragon means for his new mate Polemonium caeruleum, and knows that their alliance is of the soul and the ticker. message, the small dragon settles back among the papers on the desk ; his coloration shifting to blend in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by mortal heart. Patches lastly sight before his eyes closed is to see Chancellor Storm flying lizard shape-change into a dragon, a miniature interpretation of the class he assumed a few twenty-four hour period before against the demon prince.

He gives off a pernicious warble of ‘ good elimination to the demon prince'to the Chancellor ; who simply answered"…don't try to eat one yourself. Bad heartburn and gas…"

Then the premier laughs when the melodious laughter of Charity sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Charity another helter-skelter tale comes to an end ; she began searching for a extra nightgown to fatigue on a particular holiday for a especial man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being willing to trust in the expression of ultimate danger, and willing to give all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long 100 of life to get along, she will always return this holiday as a holiday to remember.



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