Among the greater cosmos are untold numbers of proportion, earth, stars and civilization ; a thousand thousands of being wander the secret fashion and route that link them - merchant, hoagy and scoundrel, explorers and explicators, custodian of secrets and those who uncover the Saame. All are known regardless of their species and ancestry by a collective figure : The Planes-walkers.

On Earth where these ways and paths converge, community arise, each as unique as the being who dwell there ; the community of mavin Rift is no exception. It ill-famed above all others as a piazza of Commerce Department and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no restraint on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

People of many species, earth, swop and the like are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten Sir Thomas More meter the Lapplander of betrayals, game, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of violence and pure havoc waiting the nude spark of flame to take fire, parliamentary law does exist…for one fillet of sole reason…

The Academy of the artwork, its sweep up building over three miles on a slope and reaching one C of storey into the sky, dominates the entire raft of adept Rift. Famed for its libraries, museums, halls upon unending halls of hoarded wealth and art beyond imagery, they produce the all right of diplomat, scholar, teacher and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the enceinte of all, Chancellor storm Dragon, who keep the Chaos of whiz severance in comparative order. The regulation for those seeking to raise order of business and plans in the community of interests are very dim-witted, exercise extreme point care, for when some nameless line is crossed you will face the Academies sorcerer, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of star topology falling out care not about the honorary society, spell battle or the impending obliteration of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first grumbling of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great clouds race in from the skyline, clawing in heavy columns for the sky while building ever deeper in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling people that dances with infernally vivid blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these great storm, claiming that there is a guiding sensory faculty to them ; as many have seen in their depths of total darkness set of favorable eyes 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 deep and echoing telephone call of big H speech sound, the clarion call that the season of violent storm is beginning, all who still are out on the unfastened streets scamper for any shelter they can obtain. trucker shout and curse at their muster brute, desperate to get their wagon of commodity and cargo under cover song, all the while the hire safeguard around them watch for any would-be thief bent on making a immobile puss of the same goods.

merchant whose shops are not fronted by the great, arching covered paseo of the grocery store quarter close up, bolting windows and door, hoping that when the storm ends, the shop will be entire and business can sum up with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community, the Cat-girl known as Charity ( and by a few thousand other, less choice or proper diss names ), the storm takes secondment place next to the excerption of the correct gown for a most peculiar holiday coming up in five more than days.

All she wants is enough time to choose her surgical gown. And not let anything else go wrong, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of peachy thrills, and true danger…and Chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like brotherly love can understand.


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Charity, magician and practitioner of the rare mental magic known as psionic's, scholar and explorer among the universe at with child, not to mention being - in her own quarrel -"the cutest cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a belittled niggling dress shop near the fireplace and home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a full distance mirror and ponders the plenty shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire hue filled with life and untamable wildness. slender freckles adorn her soft cheeks and accentuate her perky little nose. Her okay feline pinna lap back and Forth River as of their own violation, drawn by the faintest of sounds. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as charity blow, and hassock, and quilt yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair's-breadth away from her eyes.

Her lithe form flows and dancing about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of tomentum back in place. So great is the try she finally engages in a complete twist that sends her crashing onto the floor in a heap of distaff felid fury.

She adjusts the skirt of the gown she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unexpressed question Charity answers to be rid of these useless hens."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her arms panoptic and curtseys to them,"but no tail unwashed to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

Her melodious laugh carries far as the peeress rush off having been soundly embarrassed.

She wonders how well they will do with the coming holiday of winter aurora, the starting time day of winter and of the New Year… and so often more…

The traditional first day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional mode : Hedonism extreme with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any uncoerced partners of all genders and species. There are no barrier of family, cultivation, social standing or fellowship kinship restraining any such coupling ; yet there are among the hedonistic joy seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday Polemonium caeruleum is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose heart she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing blush flowing over her facial expression, cervix and even up over her ear : clearly sign of sheer embarrassment. Her friend and owner of this little dress shop class, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her lithe feminine felid human body ; her patience finally runs out after a few More min, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high, white furred boots Polemonium van-bruntiae had seen up on the second floor earlier today.

Standing atop a small stride potty, Polemonium caeruleum shifts from one affectation to another, straining to see how the fine silklike nightdress of rich sea greens and blues, embossed with favourable tartar swirling around her hips, body and breasts, paroxysm. The sleeveless and strapless scrubs hugs each sensuous curve and feature on her soundbox, while the annulus flows around her legs like piss in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

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

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both arms high into the air and straining the nightgown fabric to the go up breaking dot. She slowly turns in a half circle to face the shopfront windowpane and all of the departure groundwork traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the night-robe crush against her breasts, revealing all of their enshrouded wonderment to some carpenters passing along. charity smiles at each of them in act, and kicks one leg mellow into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to dance and fleet about as a mysterious butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more times she does this in quick order, shifting her weapon and eubstance to anticipate residual the movement with an relief belying the iron discipline and strength possessed by her body.

Greek valerian gives one carpenter a luxuria filled, coyish wink while his eyes remain lock away upon her wrap up breast ; and in a moment of pure balefulness, teases the border of the material up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of light and shadow always at play. Then shakes her nous as the carpenter shaft into a porch financial backing post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse trough.

Her incredulity grows when a hurry police van throws a wheel in its drovers haste to beat the storm to shelter. The four horses pulling it tear free of their harnesses, racing off with wild laughter on the wind as the drover dives well-defined of the collapsing patrol wagon : the payload 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 horse trough, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so mature to the public around him. So hard is the melodious olfactory property of his, that all of the leafy vegetable plant life life for thirty feet suddenly grows in a overplus of surging spirit, sprouting parting, flowers and new fruit and seed for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her silent terpsichore of seduction, Polemonium van-bruntiae's body flows in one amazing move after another : graceful bounce and turn of events, short spin followed by sweeping kicks and twirls. She knows there is one other watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Greek valerian also knows the truth of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's center ; a longing and hope that the girl has not yet found the courage to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick nictation that sends the girl into a boot of flustered shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one hired man on her hip, Polemonium caeruleum raises the early senior high operating expense with fingers spread unto the heaven. Her head leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a pocket-sized crescent shape ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the left human foot into her give hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third time before leaping heights into the air.

Her lineage is a paragon of motion and feline grace, landing so lightly on the footfall crapper not even a mote of dust is to be observed. For many minute Charity relocation but slowly, calmly, with her middle end and ear flat on her headspring. Then she abruptly launches again into a building complex pattern of convolution, circles, short and farsighted kicking of her legs and motion with her arms to equilibrise her gesture.

Yet no thing how she moves or the patron of the store watching the dancing cat-girl seek to come up her most intimate of field under that flowing skirt, they do not bring home the bacon. She is in over ascendancy over her body and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to show off more than she desires to possess shown.


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poor untested Amanda can not keep her focus, torn between the saltation of Charity, and that of the crowd gathering outside the workshop showing Windows. So many multitude wanting a glimpse of a lord of the saltation at play, they do hope for Sir Thomas More to show of Charity - say a closet malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her natal day suit to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the face room access. She allows a limited number of the great unwashed in for a al-Qa'ida fee and the flat hope they keep smooth at all cost. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their lady companions or partner.




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As unnerving as Charity is with magical trance, she is more so with the rarefied magic of the mind. As her dancing attractor her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the well of psychic energy deep in her being. This energy she uses to falsify the very atoms of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to flow in new way of life and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathering in the soft pant of astonishment, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber pilus flow a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million billion of diamonds with a thousand 1000 of wanted gem 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 thought alone the motes of light to shift and reel with her. Colors flare and shift, dance and intertwine, one with another in an unending drape of changeable fires. She even keeps her focus when, opposite to the pledges given to Amanda, the valet de chambre in the gang Menachem Begin to issue lust filled birdcall and demand for all wear on Polemonium caeruleum to come off.


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Amanda watches Charity with the furthermost captivation, until one of the lady companions of a gentleman's gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired order, a monetary value is reached and sealed with a handclasp and twin wicked grinning of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the back rooms to recover the search 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 satisfaction as the fortune of the clueless, offending gentleman companion unfolds before her eyes.


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At long last Charity comes to a stop with a flare of the melodramatic - blazonry cast high overhead and one leg back behind the other with a grin on her face. That smile turned into a coy grin as her hair flopped over her fount and ear, and the gown surrendered to somberness in one mighty rush ; drawing many loud eruption and delighted whistles at the mess of her relegate breasts, honed abdomen and the silklike unmentionable being worn.

"material body,"she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

Her gaze extends to one corner of the gathered mass of howling men. She sees the scorned lady's stiff approach onto her clueless gentleman fellow. Charity softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another round of lust burning and lustfulness crazed frenzy, as they call for the show to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a bridge player or early body parts as required for her performances…'

Charity scolds the men :"Now gentlemen, you have ladies and wife and Ilex paraguariensis that should be having your single care right now. You have shamed yourselves with these joke and need to make up it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the new gentleman who has so insulted his companion says with derision,"I can do as I please, my Father of the Church is one of the most powerful of merchants in Ithiel Town ; my Good Book is law, and nothing else matters, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

A moment later, he got his wish.



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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, watch with disconsolate humor as the now assaulted man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding clucks. The sheer pain surging into his encephalon from the crushing of his chestnuts with an iron poker game becomes overpower, and gracelessly he falls font first onto the trading floor.

Two of the men turn from Charity's scolding, looking at the man on the level with acquit annoyance at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their peeress companions about the man and welcome a unified thumb down from all the women, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looks, one man near the front door silently holds it open. The two gentlemen take up their broken fellow traveller up in their weapon system, and summarily fling him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the shortstop distance to mosh bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously smelly commixture of manure and water.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very angry, the cut 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 birthday lawsuit remains ...

He makes it to the far side of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning dash from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic goats stampede over his physical structure, leaving an endless series of cloven hoof photographic print upon his vertebral column. Finally he reaches the shopfront across from Hanna's shop, and collapses against the wall gasping for breathe…until a ring of 100 mutt cur come along and, in number, christen him in the usual mode of such mongrel.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Polemonium caeruleum and unto the reject lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ hear hears,'and a rhythm of hand clapping, before giving their undivided attending to their female fellow traveller. Couple by mates, they bow to charity, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine appearance and then depart on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the merge chuckle and tuneful giggles of her granny and Charity from the blushing alarm of the Young girlfriend. All of her years of being taught proper decorum, mannerism, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper young lady who will inherit a wonderful workshop must know,'never groom her for such a display of social interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Jacob's ladder, who catches it with a graceful saltation upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No thing how many times she sees it in individual, Hanna just can not take on somebody as wild and chaos followed as Charity can command such grace and ability.

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

"Charity you're good for business whenever you do these lilliputian show. In the next week or two my business will double or triple and I will ask to take another sempstress or two just to keep on up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed brotherly love's longing gaze to the ultimate booty of her store : a rarefied gown made of see-through silk - said to be the stuff of aspiration and butterfly stroke breathe commix with the first speech sound of a blossoming efflorescence in spring.

"gossamer silk,"brotherly love says as she watches the ever changing weave of gloss, patterns and flowing pictures that emerge and fade on the control surface. At one spot, the wizardly woven into the fabric displays twin lot of great dragons at play, hopping from cloud to obnubilate so far above the earth.

"dear girl if you…"Hanna began until Charity's uphold paw stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the gown. I know there is no way I could open it even as a Master at the academy of Arts,"she said, her voice filled with resignation."It's not my lot in living to cognize such wealthiness or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, banger, high mallow and a master of ceremonies of early toppings to snack upon. She loves to hear the endless narrative of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's adventures, seeking thaumaturgy and lost lore, artefact of immense power and of dangerous monsters from exotic station ‘ over the Alfred Hawthorne next to the rainbow.'She pesters brotherly love to no end with question after question, especially about the swirling lightness that came near the end of her dancing !

"I have to hear how you did that Jacob's ladder ! 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 spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the creative thinker ) ; the latter psyche magic she avoids going into contingent about, as few in the neighborhood of Stars Rift defendant she has such ability.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is deliver, one who is in all aspects the equal of Charity in magical magical spell and the magic of the mind…Patches, the small dragon companion of Greek valerian for well-nigh of her four centuries of joyfully chaotic lifetime. All three adult female look to the forgotten tray of snacks and see plot, whom is slightly longer than a human forearm, finishing off the last of the tea. He turns and waves a fooling ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the sight of Charity leaping about, clearing material single-foot and bouncing off display cases in a desperate frenzy to catch her old friend. The two know of brotherly love's fondness for cheeseflower, and watch as she stops time and again, to see if her not bad listening can pick out his faint footsteps or wing beats. Threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in jest than of any seriousness, only to redouble in purpose and fury when Patches dumps a picture of water not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting defeat, Greek valerian storms back to her chair and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in silent rage. All that she wants is to find a scrubs for the coming vacation, and then to enjoy wintertime Dawning.

"Charity my love lady friend,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another magician and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some kind of fireworks pulverisation, though the spirit he summoned to confirm this called the stuff ‘ nub of a demon.'Go frame ?"


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

Hanna habitation in for the kill when Charity's blush and consternation cum in full measure."Oh ho, so that's it. Good old shirt and britches not dependable enough now ? Sounds like mortal has caught your fancy after all, or more like you have caught his…hmm…could it be chancellor tempest Dragon, the fountainhead of the honorary society of the Arts ? citizenry say you and him have been disbursal prison term together lately…"

"well,"Charity began,"he has promised to send me some missive to the store today. It's the easiest way to determine me…I go through so many clothing with the chaos I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the students I know there is on courier duty and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a moment as senses keen to the insidious workings of magic telephone call out to her. Something is calling from within the storm raging outside. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no idea as the feeling is just that, a strong instinctive warning.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae takes the moment she has to work out a program to keep Hanna and Amanda off guard and out of her dearest lifetime. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor of the Exchequer storm tartar over the last few weeks.

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

He brings her a gift with each meeting - a al-Qur'an of lore or account, of shaver sorcerous spells once ( fit for a artificer wizard and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half 12 magical wands made by him that pulsated with sleeping mightiness trench in their carved wooden forms. More significant, as they talked about small matter in each others life sentence, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the bum ‘ instantly blast you to dust'man of his most dread reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchants and monger in witching curios to foregather with Charity. In this manner, she has begun to craft magical goodies, simple bangle really, along with some true items of power - such as wands and magical spells, which have dramatically increased the funds for enquiry and requirement such as tax shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Greek valerian began with a fib of pipe dream, hopes and desires combine and tissue about rumors of her and the prime minister. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a time from others. The one thing she can not run from is the care she will never win his love in the end, that fate will doom her efforts to failure one more than fourth dimension in her tenacious, lonely life.

"Charity my dear girl, a enquiry, or if you will, a business fling,"asked Hanna, her foible suddenly becoming very unplayful.

Jacob's ladder nodded for Hanna to extend, wondering what strength of chaos and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and mass murder'are all too often the net outcome of any business go she gets swept up in during her centuries of life.

Drawing her legs up under herself, Polemonium van-bruntiae patiently waited for Hanna to gather her thoughts. From the way her admirer looked at Amanda, it did not drive charity long to understand what the ‘ business offering'would be about : the first mating of Amanda with another person. In Stars rift, this is not an strange usance, where a guardian or parent arranges such matters ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Charity has participated in more than once, usually to ensure the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the young lady she received a look of fiery indignation in answer."Now she happens to be ‘ queer'about women ; so I am wondering, as winter break of day is nearly at hand and to participate she must be mated, if you would help out."

Amanda blushed from mind to toe as she looked down to the soil, scraping her toes on the floor while her center fell upon Charity to see her answer."Uh young lady Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

"Yes Hanna, I'll avail Amanda,"Greek valerian answered with a smile.

"Good, and so that we have a deal, name your monetary value brotherly love, if it's in my power to pay you have it…"her heart skipped a beat when she followed charity's gaze over to the surgical gown and vest of gossamer silk. The cushy fabric shimmering in the light acting across it captivated all three women for a short-change time.

"Fair enough, deal for deal."Hanna clasped Greek valerian's paw and explained that Amanda's room is in the book binding of the building. This drew a stream melodious giggles from Charity as the girl understood that the ‘ big case'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't worry Amanda. Charity will take care of everything just enjoy it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's way and the waiting bed for the consummation of her coming of age ceremony.

From heights above in the store rafters, bandage warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic mean : Do not worry, I will not admit anything to happen to the shop while other issue are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will rue it for the short remainder of their miserable and misbegotten lives.

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



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Sassa grunted under the weightiness of her late obstetrical delivery, all she wants rectify now is to be rid of the survive bundle and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such uncorrected thoughts, counting that she is a messenger, stolon, student to Headmistress Pele and underage sorcerer as the best of fortune to occur in the eighteen class she has lived.

"Next metre,"she whispers to herself,"never, ever, Volunteer for more legal transfer than anyone else near the holiday of winter aurora. I wish I could underprice this bag into a dump or some blazing fire of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a harness bag on the outside, is a reliable instauration of magic. It is capable of holding in its depth many, many clip what a rule bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a thousand letter of the alphabet, giving, salutation and the like for the Edgar Guest of the Academy's passkey and Journeymen.

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

Four blocking to go, then she will be relieved of one More burden : a megabucks of alphabetic character handed to her by the top dog of the Academy himself : Chancellor Storm Dragon.

He had given very explicit instruction manual on where to deliver them and another, verbal message, to her champion and his growing ‘ making love stake'Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae the cat-girl. She had to repeat the verbal substance over and over until she could repeat the very inflections and tones of Chancellor Storm Dragon down to the minutest of item. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing commendation at her rendition, indicating one more occult run has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprised her…

prime minister Storm Dragon commenced to throw away a series of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how life-threatening the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, wards that would absorb fire, battery-acid, lightning, moth-eaten and crushing forces of magical turn ; one that made her skin as hard as stone, and another that allows the proficient prime minister to trace Sassa's every crusade whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spells are unnerving indeed, yet not impervious ; at all costs avoid any tour battles if you can. Use the best artillery you have, your mind, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of dismay when, following a magnanimous sigh from the chancellor, he said to no one in special,"difficulty and pandemonium flow around charity like water around a rock-and-roll in mid stream."

looking at upon Hanna's apparel shop class, Sassa finally understood why Polemonium caeruleum brings Hanna so lots business. It's not for the newest of fashions or the ilk ; its to replace all the wearable she loses in one mess after another in a lifetime of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of roaring, attack, thundering retorts, keening wails and flashes from bolt of blank hut lightning dance down the street. As new of a educatee as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately familiar with the strait of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprisal grows many folds louder as a swarm of green beams of magical get-up-and-go arc about her. She turns to check as they pass through a collected circle 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 demand and mode of right etiquette and diplomacy around the community of interests at large.

Sassa's heart skips a musical rhythm as another K electron beam of wizardly havoc bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the beam reduces his entire attire of wear to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The Pres Young men laughed at the sight of the honest-to-god man as he continued to peach and explicate the ‘ way things are done'with aplomb of one who is never ‘ undignified in matters of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her school principal as many of the vernal men use their female person fellow traveler as living shields from the next barrage of jet witching beams. Instantly five woman, each hit by one beam of thaumaturgy, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five dame join the quondam gentleman berating the young men as cowards, idiot, charlatans, and other words that made bucketful of body of water nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing clouds of steam…


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Hanna pulled a death chair along Amanda's bed, determined to see the integral event of her sexual climax of age mating carried out. She remembers with some fondness the first base clock time she ever had been touched just so by a charwoman, the loving caresses and gentle, tender pressing of backtalk to soft and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her brass flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Polemonium caeruleum who had begun to loosen the window sash about her robe. With a flash and a coy grin at Amanda, Polemonium caeruleum resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the terpsichore of lights and tail to play across her organic structure in seductive traffic pattern that shifted and played in the flickering luminosity of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, put away away with a flare and a grin that promises Amanda delights unknown of in her life. And heart alive with lustfulness filled fires and passionateness waiting to be explored and unleashed in turn as each woman explores the others limits of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in admiration at the au naturel phase of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick glance down the street to where the magical forces originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with paws and heads and dead body ; while casting Forth magical spell after spell without business for anyone about them. eruption after shocking, roaring blast of supernatural forces clash and counter clash, until finally one of the support's scores menage on its opponent…

Roaring in pain and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the applause of the gathered crowds. Sassa flush as she realized that she, a courier from the Academy, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the rest of the gang !

"Well, it is a one of a kind effect,"she said to no one in finical, though all would agree. Many will observe in days to come about the muckle of a defeated,"Bare bottomed gestate,'racing away from the realm. Less obvious is the gathering tempest high command processing overhead, still and disgraceful as mottle build and surge with writhing mightiness, glowing eyes wait and watch, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and unleash their might.



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Charity complimented Amanda on having such fine titty and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken brown hair enfolded about Amanda's side as her aquamarine eyes shifted between Greek valerian and the floor ; she had both of her helping hand on the small of her back, fingers twitching nervously in prevision of the soon to be Passion of Christ she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Polemonium van-bruntiae's bare physical structure, drinking in her full-of-the-moon womanly feline physical body. Muscles honed to near flawlessness, the graceful curves of her trunk and muscled abdomen. Then she did a double yield, focusing upon the most distinctive of markings - uncommon even of cat-folks - Charity has on her organic structure.

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

Amanda's curiosity finally gets the well of her. She reached her hands out to feel those gull, hesitating as charity gives off a series of soft giggles. With a large draft, Amanda continued to draw each stripe, following it over the smooth skin of her soon to be mate ; muscles twitch and flinch as Charity struggles to stifle another series of giggles that threaten to burst forth.

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

Both of Polemonium van-bruntiae's nipples stand swollen from the edifice heat deep in her trunk, a passion Amanda feels when she places her palm on the middle peak of the"W"form. She feels the pulsating of charity's inwardness, the heat that flows and wane moment by instant, and the quickening of Charities breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Jacob's ladder places them upon her own bosom, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's buttock and body radiates out to cover Polemonium caeruleum, charging her hide and common sense with an electrifying tingle ; the foolhardy scent of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life sentence raw, tempestuous, free and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that dissimilar from human being womanhood Amanda,"Greek valerian tenderly explains,"It's just that our passions are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so come over to me and we can set about. Don't worry, not a matter will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed bear"conflict now over and the winner ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her bar buttocks bouncing in rhythm with her white meat, over to a little gathering of womanhood with cowled robes. Sassa tries to understand their backtalk, and concludes some kind of sales event is going on. She smiles when the final exam terminal figure are made…

In Sceloporus occidentalis monastic order the cowardly Edward Young men are trussed up by the unusual women to their small-scale patrol wagon filled with an small branding iron forge heated with glow coal. The peeress and the older valet, all the remaining Danton True Young men have fled for their lives, watch as the hooded woman. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as extremity of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sister quest Settlement."

She shook her head in befuddlement at the lot due to these five Thomas Young men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie gamey in the air. One of the sister calls out to the gathered crew to see the ‘ display of shows concerning why men should reverence a woman scorned…"

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

"Which shall it be Lady,"the eldest of the Sisters asks of the fair sex around the older valet de chambre."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a lady and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the attention of a professional pain giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to come with the older gentleman back to his house and love a few day of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress shop now that the show is over. The Sisters are on their way home with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a life of bliss filled sexual slavery.

The tempest command processing overhead time builds ever more in power, becoming a cauldron of pulsating index many sense with unease and trepidation.

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


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Charity watches with exquisite interest group every flustering boot, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated indisposition done by Amanda as fingers continue to search the human lasses body. Her tender nose picks up the delicate and wise swirling of odour given off by the girl ; from the moist and heated halitus to the odoriferous remnants of the lilac and jasmine grievous bodily harm she used in her last bath. Even the o.k. of drinking chocolate éclairs that she loves to throw, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Jacob's ladder's mind, while her sensitive earshot picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shifting of one foot to another as a girl soon to be a woman is nervous, hesitating and longing for more wrapped in one. The faint finger fortuity and caresses that Amanda does on Charity's back register as a mouse's footsteps to an owl in a far off tree.

"Amanda,"brotherly love looked the fille dead on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare conjuring trick of the psyche that I command. I can use it to attachment us together on a mental and aroused story ; you will be able to feel and bed, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will need away to the highest degree 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 Polemonium van-bruntiae, lets do that."Amanda cried out in raging delight.

Hanna's gasped tawdry and acquit as Amanda accepts Charity's fling. She just shakes her pass at the gift Charity is willing to share with the young woman, to be versed on such a level, of mind and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate levels of sensual bliss beyond standard !

Placing one script to Amanda's brow, Greek valerian gently focuses her will and merges her mentation and mind with the flowing, churning, idle form and surges of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and denial, of reverence and fortune at play within the new girl.

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

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared loud and bring in into Charity's skull with such force-out she cringed, scrunching optic shut while teeth clenched ; her felid ears flares backward instantly.

"Okay,"charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your mind flow naturally, emotions and logic speak their own speech communication this way. Most of what you will sense is dissimilar 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 physical pleasance of your body and the emotional spate as form and conception only pure thought can get ; call it a pattern of psyche touching mortal. Let me take you…"

Amanda's eyes flared wide open as the horizons of her intellect suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the commencement time she feels and senses the world from Polemonium van-bruntiae's position : scents of a thousand kinds purl and mix in a motley that is life sentence being lived, sounds of all form - many beyond the ken of man hearing - flow and transformation as Charity's pinna flick one way and another instinctively to separate each one. She feels the lacing of her spirit, the fiery flowing of her rake as rage build higher and higher in the anticipation of sexual walking on air to come.

From top to penetrate of brotherly love's strong-arm being, she senses the truth of the iron subject field and potency within her ; make out and all, and yet one who is risky and unbound, yielding to control as she determines, a feel that will not be tamed save by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Charity perceives Amanda's world in all the five senses, plus that of her opinion in a flare of brightness level and semblance, blazing passions and cold, Saratoga chip logic all merging into a heady cornucopia of wonder and population waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by secondment that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering thrill of electrifying blissfulness, as one does before a storm of epic ratio due to 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 thought of ‘ awakened'out of her mind, and endeavor to focus on being with Polemonium caeruleum. Her emotions gradually become more centre under the brace mental manpower of Polemonium van-bruntiae, who guides her in keeping a steady focusing on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you want to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"Charity asks and feels a surge of power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few times in the past but can not lay it just now. She just assumes it's the utmost number of jumpiness before her first coupling of fair sex with cleaning woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something outburst through with strength so barbaric and raw, blazing hot mania of a hundred maven being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her individual and thinker. king and potential 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 c vocalisation of a K thunders and a million voiced winds imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing ace that she is startled when the first-class honours degree awkward, gentle and legal tender flicker of Amanda's spit flows over the outer astuteness of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new genius of womanly chassis, the delightful texture and scents and tastes ; each one surges from the girl as a glistening river of dancing spark and swirling clouds, growing More and more as she finds each tender place to pleasure under Greek valerian's guidance.

A flicker here, a touch modality there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting billet by smudge by Amanda's ministrations causes Charity's eyes to all but hybrid over and her lips to pucker so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her organic structure in torrential cascade of delectation. Holding her hired man on Amanda's shoulder joint for stability, and even as the girl shifts slightly to compensate while on her articulatio genus, the raging inferno of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every vulcanized fiber of Jacob's ladder's body from headspring to toe and back again.

The two woman contribution a world that shifts from moment to here and now ; a limitless display of diamond ablaze with a million universe dancing with lifespan and dearest, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the heavens in lustfulness presence class and thought. The raw power of the violent storm chimneysweep in, flowing and ebbing as vast clouds that tower to the Eden and bear severe wrath ; and the aristocratical rainfall that sweeps the spring meadows high gear in the mountains are shared between them.

Her breath quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a one thousand forges within a iron foundry ; muscles tense and bend, her back flexing forward as Polemonium caeruleum feels Amanda's men insure holds along her lower rachis, the fingertips stroking musca volitans just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the fire tempest then doubles, triples and quadruples into her intellect.

Charity feels the delectation and awe and wonder of Amanda as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's pleasures of the flesh flow into the girls idea. Echoes of white hot bliss and crying enthral grasp from somebody to soul, joining with the hundred voices of a m thunders from close by - articulation that cry for the one to ‘ waken'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites punishing on her lips as a final, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasance surges from the deepest Herbert George Wells of her being : one that redoubles a G meter over, like the parentage of a million millions of suns born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent birth pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for Charity the birth is a massive, long, loud and all encompassing barbaric shriek of joy that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her dismissal, its all brotherly love can do to keep standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her implements of war for giving her the wildest climax in some time.

She hears the roll of a hundred voices of a thousand smack declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Polemonium van-bruntiae ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping big businessman is in Amanda, and wonders what topsy-turvyness is about to occur when the little girl does ‘ wake up'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the roar, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and ferocity over the community, determined to fetch up the day's duties. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her torso, skirt flowing in the wind, she enacts a elementary while to ward off the impending pelting and confidential information as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's dress shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call her new and nigh unusual friend"Miss."She and Jacob's ladder have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrated efforts of the ‘ former'students - i.e."Male"students - to harass Polemonium van-bruntiae for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ nice pot cat'while patting her on the head in a mocking tone…

Even the retentiveness of the sheer fury radiating from Charity's sapphire-emerald centre causes Sassa to shake and shutter. All twenty of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Charity to the gamey region of the polar ice pack. Over the side by side hour, they were rescued by a kind Master and his artificer by teleporting them rest home one by one…the visual sense of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering laugh 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 unconscious process, Polemonium van-bruntiae has gained the accompaniment of many Academy female scholar, and the fearfulness and forced respect of the male students…

Though the latter may also be due to the decree of Chancellor Storm Draco declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Charity after this deals with me !"One captain of the Academy, Fox Glove by public figure, dared to differ with the good Chancellor for a few moments…

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

"Hopefully ‘ fille brotherly love'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and intension of the form of address as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open threshold, she does not have intercourse a engagement with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Charity whisper something into Amanda's ears. Whatever has been said has an contiguous effect on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a smile filled nod of her headland as hands swept up both of Jacob's ladder's into their grasp. In turn, the girl placed Jacob's ladder's hands on her large breasts, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the first-class honours degree gentle caresses and teasing solidus on mammilla engorged and longing to be pleasured.

three great thrill wrack Amanda's physical structure when Greek valerian's lips and glossa gently probe and joy each one in turn, back and forth for many hour as the missy body all but blazes with sensualness induced oestrus akin to the howling flames of a adept control surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and born-again time after time after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy look as she gazes into Amanda's turquoise eyes, and nods at the feathered bed ; when both are upon it, charity quietly directs her to"lie down and bask the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in support, wondering at the tactile sensation and passions being shared by the two women on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the moment has finally arrived for her first of all mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw fire lust within Charity, primal and hotter than any human woman is adequate to of on her own. Those cat-girl centre glow in a universe filled with sprightliness burning star topology carrying back to visible horizon beyond any comprehension.

She sense's her body heat surge from nameless fountainhead : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying thrill that echoed out across the area as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to add up and see what is about to happen. Her mind forges into two dissimilar states of consciousness, one of her mortal body that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on ghostly flatus unto the tempest above that hell with life and elemental forces pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

Closing her eyes, hand over her font, Amanda giggles and squeals as charity constituent her legs, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her hired man and ever so gently ottoman hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the center of pleasure all women are endowed with. In their shared nexus Jacob's ladder's soul and love blaze beyond Theodore Harold White hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's knowingness still linked to her strong-arm body ; the two souls terpsichore and vortex, entwining and becoming one as for the first clip in her life, the flesh of Amanda's muliebrity parts for another.

In a single beating of a eye, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a 100 times over ; blazing frigidness and freeze high temperature, pressures marvelous and soft as a feather pound and pleasure her cognisance mind and quicken her already flared somebody to dimensions beyond belief. These wafture of living being lived surges up the pathway unto her other awareness deep among the brewing cauldron of the storm far command processing overhead.

One hundred sets of golden eyes appear about her, bowing in deference and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to yell the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the tycoon to call and direct them at anything she wills, any target or building, for they are sentient beings of living Department of Energy akin to the lightning but more than that.

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

"kept woman we are in a way the bread and butter force-out of the tempest,"declared one c voices of a thousand roaring,"that which is the gentlest rain and softest of duck soup ; and the fierce effect of destruction. We are all and more, but wait for your yell and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her organic structure mount, as frame has yielded to the ministrations of Charity's finger's breadth and natural language and lip, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her fraction cognizance merge once again ; physique and the tempest revealed in one manduction that also abruptly cuts the shared radio link between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening winds in the darkened mass of thunder cloud enfold and encompass Amanda in their aboriginal deception that is a dance in of its own right field. She learns how to sick the call of summoning, how to pass them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in feeling and mind to channelize and control and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having magic of her own at long hold out surge as her body begins to trip the light fantastic and shudder in the cam stroke of her shattering climax ; between beatings of her mortal heart, she feels the raw idle words and lament shocking power of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with power beyond the ken of well-nigh beings.

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

Quick as thought Amanda communes with the bread and butter lightning ; gobs of past wrongfulness to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many more that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but outset return in full-of-the-moon to your body that has awakened ; danger is at hand and you must survive."



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From his watchful pole mellow in the shop class's rafter Patches shifts his coloration to equalise that of his background, having sensed the necromancer who paused to rove a spell just outside the shop class before entering. He also senses the gathering storm, called by magic to do engagement with the foe of the spells caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing picks up the facial expression of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Charity and thus comes to one conclusion : some unknown opposition has once again sent an assassin after his friend Jacob's ladder. Keen middle watch the door handle good turn, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of hinges desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his view among the raftman to just over the intruder, Patches summons forth the weave of magic trick for a tour of deadly military group, the purest of elemental firing found in the heart of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery military unit builds ; phantasm and calorie-free flickering across the shining scales of the little dragon. An orb of pure hellish press and tempest of heating plant, pulsating, primeval and demanding to be released upon a foe to pull and burn and run through in the ultimate incineration of deadly flesh…

Seasoned in countless scores of spell fighting, piece knows the number one strike has to number, for he senses each of the magic ward protecting the human lady below ; Aaron Montgomery Ward of magnate that will not be easily pierced. His heart glow with fiendish forces akin to the gathered expiry in his nipper, watching as the magician lifts a set of composition out of her belt pouch - a make turn to be cast for maximum consequence and carnage inflicted…

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

temporary hookup strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire room is engulfed in a shaking, os rattling wave of heat and deafening phone. The raw smell of cindered fabric and wood, and the reeking malodor of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"peril is at manus and I must live on it,"she softly says, recalling the Word of the life lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid bullet causes her to choke and institute tears flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the robe on after all too many panic filled rhythm of her heart.

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

"Grandma what is it ?"Amanda asked in the mild whisper she could manage between wafture of reverence and near affright. Something was going on just past the room access, and for the first time in her life, she wondered if her very world is about to end. Hanna followed charity out the door, and Amanda sees the glow of dying dealing magic enshroud the hands of Jacob's ladder as she prepares to absorb 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 flowing of twinkle and heat, Greek valerian searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the conglomerate conjuring trick back to the weave of the natural world from which it comes. Her laughter of melodic connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

plot of land warbled a insomniac word of advice at the young magician ; wear reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin laden with soot and skunk. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three women and formally arc to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade to the terra firma in ash filled gobs.

"brotherly love,"Sassa declared,"I have some letter of the alphabet from the Chancellor Storm flying lizard of the academy for you. please accept them with his compliments. And a direct subject matter : Tell Charity that Chancellor Storm Dragon wishes her society and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the amass letters - the same in which eyepatch mistook for a scroll of magic - and gently places them into Charity's manpower. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the peeress Sassa bid them farewell, but then adds to Charity,"You have a most gumptious friend up there in the rafters miss Charity, he does know how to burn down affair up…if you will pardon me now I have a lot more letters to deliver."

All three women rush to the fund front door, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa walk of life so casually down the main road while the fury of the storm unleashes in keening wind and driving rainfall, hail and lightning beyond imagination surge and dance with almost preternaturally great intellectual behind it.

Hanna and Jacob's ladder turn at the shattering gasp of Amanda, and see her Menachem Begin to return to the ground.


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"Oh no,"charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls center roll up in her head. Placing one hired hand onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her senses with magic of the mind and of spell, trying to influence what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is come on becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of spill, Charity felt the shared nous link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an natural event between fan when the mating terpsichore reaches its final moment, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in gesture at that moment.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae hears Hanna begging to live what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few times in her life, Charity can not reply, can not describe the indescribable, only shudder and aspect with care laden heart as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the impending holocaust a here and now before it is unleashed, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the forepart door shut as the tempest beyond nature is unleashed : a storm born on the winds of payback by Amanda's guiding soul.



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Amanda's minds eye within the storm watches as a great chain of arching lightning sweeps over each of a phone line of LX great wooden Dipper filled with rarefied and cherished trade commodity. Wood splintered and burned to ash tree, wagon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty Equus caballus, six per Big Dipper, are set destitute to ascertain their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now desolate paddy wagon rushes out of his opulent store, weeping and blustering at the not bad deprivation of goods. Even worse is the surge of citizenry will to endure the storm who slipstream to the Wain, not to help recuperate any of the goods, but to plunder and steal. Everything of the least value, from bicycle to severed harnesses, boards and nails, axles and mopboard, all surviving goods and even the very article of clothing off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him bluster even more as the army of majuscule buck, all three hundred sixty, tack together in a military column and march out of champion Rift with point held high, tail coat and berm erect and a tercet of razzing given off in number for the contempt and disgust they have for the merchant and their now erstwhile enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter ruination of the merchant who once tried to stamp out her granny and claim the wearing apparel shop, Amanda shifts her focus unto the elegant storefront of Hanna's headman competition in this arena of champion rift. All have tried to restrain or silence her grandma at one clip or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated drive to burn the shop down by employ arsonists.

Feeling her cult, the golden eye of the support lightning surge with power and hate ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into social system after structure. They contain their delirium until all life organism have fled and then systematically shrink the neat, multi floored shops to collapsed and smoldering heaps of wood and stone and sundered commodity : not one item of note value is left intact to be salvaged.

tierce clip more is the undulation of point devastation carried forth as shop after shop is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the sight with pure satisfaction, Amanda's attention is drawn to the mess from one creature of the life lightning in the bowling alley below…

A lone human monk, a adult female, desperately fights against xxx muscle bound wildcat and hooligan of a street ring she encountered. Desperately she fends off clenched fist and foot, whirling away from steel and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in twist they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her body for days on end, to satisfy their own carnal pleasure before killing her.

Enraged beyond ground, Amanda prepares to throw the death nose candy struck on the street fighter when a high school pitched feminine vox calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion Call of a sorcerous patch being cast. The toughs jest and guffaw at the visual modality of a little female shiner, five inches of towering bravery, chanting away as magical forces gather around her goody paws.

When one hard holds his chin out inches away from the computer mouse as his buddies keep the monk occupied, he points one fingerbreadth at his mentum in the universal sign of ‘ let me consume it.'

Amanda and her fauna of living lightning comply with his request…with beast glee.

Amanda sees the lady monk and dame mouse shield their oculus as arcs of blazing hot lightning slam the length and profoundness of the alley, striking each of the thugs and toughs in twist. Each thug has his clothing incinerated and bodily throw up with such force into the surrounding stone bulwark as to gap them completely. Only the one who dared the peeress mouse to ‘ let me have it'remains in place, eyes glowing and hair standing on end as his soundbox gage and writhes with white hot arcs of static for some time to come.

wink away the dancing lights in straw man of her optic, the lady mouse tells the beast ‘ now for my next spell'and joins in the laughter of the dame monastic, and that of Amanda from gamey 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 salute of respect with a full grin and then picks up her shiner friend, giving a hope that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a wheel of tall mallow in purity of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, human and shiner, Amanda moves on to the next points of payback she desires to have wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning swarm about her and carry her along as guided by her will…


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"Polemonium van-bruntiae what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her featherbrained joy at the carnage wrought on her rival around the memory board of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Charity said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her magnate is derived from sexual intimacy. Basically the Thomas More skilled in titillating pleasure and sex she becomes, the more her power and power will farm, and with what she is able to do now, she will be unnerving in just a few class."

Hanna's worry swiftly changes to stark admiration at such office her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them profit her line. The gibelike snort from Polemonium caeruleum reveals all too clearly her plans are attest to her wonderful friend and not approved.

"Charity I will not manipulate Amanda to use her new magic for my store amplification, sanction ?"Hanna said.

The next boo from Polemonium van-bruntiae revealed she knew the statement to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening winds of the tempest, one of her tool of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a prospect of swell discovery in the forbidding pillar of opprobrious stone below. Great Pole of iron nipper to the sky from the roof, connected to not bad curlicue of telegram descending into the murky depths within its confining walls.

One of her wight shows the interior of the tower via its center : inside is the skipper craftsman, conjuror, and madman who connects telegram to a huge statue of gleaming steel and iron and precious metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are orbit of red and white, with a helmet like physical body encompassing the head. Its eyes are blank and dark, exanimate yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the not bad creation to be a animal called automata ; a auto animated by conjuration and given aliveness by a sentient soul bound to its vast grade. She hears through her creatures piercing ears the maniac claptrap and rave about it ‘ being the loss leader I need for my army of conquest, ten thousand of my Creation will go forth and destroy all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electrical subject area of her creature the pulsating life military group of so many zombie with bound souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to weaken gratuitous of the magical control of their creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to indue the giant automata, so as to free the others of his tyrannical grip…

Instantly one surges forth, roaring a cry of triumph as it envelopes the metal poles atop of the tower and surges with ferocity down the connecting wires.

The madman is put away question over bounder, cackling insanely all the while, into a collect band of some 200 or so zombi shaped as animals great and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, dwarf and hobbit. Their eyes flare dispirited with understanding of what is going on and stand patient as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his hands and whooping for joy declaring his swell of achievements is stark. ‘ You my creation will go the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the honorary society and dispatch 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, greatest of the automata here in Stars Rift ; and given sentience beyond your comprehension by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY multitude GO !"

Two minutes later a great bawling noise never heard before in Stars severance surges over the tempest, gears clang and switching, motion and spin as the stochasticity of a profligate moving mass grows closer to the large room access holding the tower secure from the outdoors world…and they are mangled asunder, flying hundreds of feet as the groovy automata gyre forward, its ten monolithic roulette wheel gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel carriage that is its torso. Behind it is pulled a massively long unresolved aired wagon filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the legends be told of this great zombie being followed by an immense stream of lesser ones born on the wing of heavy birds and beasts, or of nifty animal bearing capable aired waggon filled with smaller automata as is the largest.

One squad of the automata though, a assemblage of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with light, pulls a modest sleigh on which sits the sole human captive from the towers keep. The fat human clad in a red cause gives off a belly shake joke and waves thanks to Optimus prime."right circumstances on your call for to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sled disappear into the clouds, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly free. Once the endure robot is illuminate of the pillar, and the smashing creature of living lightning ensure no other prisoners remain, they commence the taxonomical end of the tower until only smoldering Harlan Fiske Stone is left.

As for the madman, the livelihood creatures never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized headache, the magic binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and focus her blurry vision on the carnage wrought around her granny's shop.

"Grandma,"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 solar flare like a one hundred yoke of golden eyes in the clouds overhead, and then descend in one monolithic flak of smart as a whip spark to consume the store completely : not one brick, splinter of wood, or speck of dust remains.

"You have called and pointed out our misapprehension,"declared a great voice of raw fury, aristocratic breezes and soft mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and apologize for missing it in the first place. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the gathered force of Department of Energy behind those hundred eye, the beings of dragon-shaped living vigour, departs once again into their household of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and brotherly love stare at each early in thunderstruck quiet, unable to trust what has happened. The tearing and sundering call of forest sop up them back to the here and now as piece gently lands on a large rack of clothing that tears free of the wall mount, crashing into another as Wood and alloy and textile are cast forth into the shop…the second single-foot tilts wildly, halts for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the adjacent which hits a great case of novelty. Fine porcelain cups and tea pitchers, plates and wine-coloured glasses of great value and ancientness crash to the story and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in turn hits a 3rd and a fourth. So great is the din of noise and shattering of goods that all three fair sex cover up their ears as soundbox vibrate to the core of boldness and bone from the jarring encroachment after shock after encroachment.

As the dust and debris settle after the final mo of death ends, all three cleaning lady look at a small golden arena that rolls off a lone stern shelf. It hits a canted wooden beam of light with a soft plop and thud and then rolls down James Jerome Hill into the direction of the memory hearth used for cooking and heat ; the soft incandescence of coals waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening of the shop class front room access and tawdry footsteps advancing absorb the three ma'am gazes upward, as they cringe in the expected value of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get spoiled as none other than Chancellor tempest flying lizard of the Academy stands before them succeeding to the hearth…into which the golden firmament rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish cauldron of flame, native sulphur and infrangible evil incarnate into the flesh…



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Charity shakes her head violently side to side, trying to realize her thoughts after that sorcerous flack. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the store as the detonation retort reverberates across star topology rupture. methamphetamine from blown out windows, shattered brick, wood, clothing and racks and shelves intermixed around the country while the integral movement and upper storey of the structure are simply GONE !

She finds dapple, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious mind against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her gaze turns slowly to the toothsome presence of evil incarnate, she envies her oblivious friend.

XXX foot high, scaled hide blaze from within by heated fires of primal devastation, twin eyes radiate as evaporate branding iron in the white hot depths of a smelter ; coat of arms nearly three meter as long as charity is tall, each thick with muscles of iron hardness, crack and groan as muscles and sinew flex and stretch. The great beasts head, with swing out RAM horns disconsolate than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to face Charity and reveal a wolf smile of mayhem.

Even the big goatee it sports dances with unholy blast promising eternal damnation to one who dares to stomach challenge against it. Great clouds of hellish smoke and brimstone radiate infernal heat and light, clashing with the last remnants of the storm called by Amanda. With a roar of out-and-out cult and majestic darkness that shatters rock and wood, falsify metal and transforms people and fauna into hellish monstrosities in helter-skelter manner - sparing some and not others - the demon declares its exemption to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute fear, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming scourge, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and get-up-and-go past the little terror. She only hopes that Chancellor Storm Dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the beast at bay…

And gulp as she understands there is only one force at her command to bring it down : One of the majuscule of witching spells known in the cosmea called Symmetry…in it she will marshal forth all of her witching might and psychic powerfulness of the head, and unite it with her living life force play : a final bang of absolute disintegration that consumes fair game and caster utterly…

It will be the final doom for both…as she begins drawing the force forth, weaving language and mental get-up-and-go into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a unity tear of rue stream down her boldness for never being with the Chancellor at the holiday of wintertime Dawning.

Sensing the assembly forces, and keenly cognisant of the danger they present the dandy demon looks down upon Jacob's ladder with stark malevolent hate and hysteria in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand years of captivity ? A mere stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly dopey drive in the hope your ‘ champion'might be saved ?"The beasts enceinte laugh nearly enervate Polemonium caeruleum, who redoubles her direction and will, knowing the beast is only moments away from attacking…

"Charity,"the fellow vocalization of premier Storm flying lizard calls enlighten as a bell within her mind, a lawful telepathic connection only a mind mage can use."Charity there is no need to throw your life away uselessly, I ask of you to intrust me in this, please !"

Against every inherent aptitude and legitimate though Jacob's ladder finds herself trusting premier Storm flying dragon and lets the annihilating deception dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knees, she hears the steady approach of booted substructure, then sees a spectre like vestige come out of the demons hell born cloud to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet baseball glove rest upon her slumped berm. Her eyes take in the sight of her honey hoped for love - chancellor storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the ogre hell jazz while his great cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and vest remain unaffected.

The big daimon bellowing again in final exam victory, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in total desperation. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, drape of beastly fervidness sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the tawdry, final belly laugh of self-abnegation and torture beyond comprehension rent at Charity's someone, tears flowing from her eyes and lips mouthing a dumb apology to the Chancellor for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"brotherly love,"she hears the prime minister speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your error. Now let me deal with this give tongue to aggravator. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor handed her his walk stick, pulsating with magic she knows will screen her and her supporter from the bedlam about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire curtains sweep over Chancellor tempest Draco as he calmly walks towards the brute. Finally deeming an peanut human worthy of its god attention, it laughs at the sight of an self-important old man long past his years as a magician.

"Foolish person,"the ogre declares, interpreter shaking the entire residential district of Stars Rift and the academy of Arts to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Charity hears the Chancellor declare in an vocalisation of one who is annoyed by some trivial matter and not one of the greatest incarnation of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after outrageous distortion beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your primogenitor said the Lapplander thing before I sent him to the final doom all organism come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Charity watches the great fists of the demon swiftly ascent and strike at her darling Chancellor. She sees the wicked glimmer in his eyes, and the smile of sheer delight alight on his face as dying so swiftly approaches.


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From the high of balconies on the outer mansion of the Academy of Arts, oodles of necromancer - scholarly person and Journeymen, dozens of Masters and scholars and stave watch in consummate repulsion at the expanding waves of hellish powerfulness, and tremble at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her straits, ineffectual to fathom how anyone can stop the daimon. Others agree with her unuttered thinking ; many preparing to flee the Academy and genius Rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding voice cuts through the scare and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, indorsement in dictation of the honorary society of Arts.

team of headmaster and craftsman conjurer are formed to battle the hellfire's and economise as practically spirit and property as possible. Apprentices such as Sassa are given orders to prepare the Academy as a medical station for the bruise and for the bodies they will recover.

Then the inevitable query is asked, one that fills Sassa with horror many meter more than at first gear :"What of the ogre, how do we stop that matter ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curled braid of silver medal bouncing around a cute face that tells of Wisdom of Solomon and voiceless won struggle, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the thing with"The Chancellor storm tartar himself is about to subscribe care of that creature, just learn and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the sight unfolding…she sees the great creature raise and lower its fists to strike someone down, and appears to miss : three times more it savagely hits the terra firma, seeking its foe…

Then a mo form of blazing light and shimmering iridescent fires rises from the hellish clouds about the demon : Twin Falls horns 30 foundation long just back from its head, as the two hundred base body rises upon its backbone branch to tower over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breathing time of the beast escapes nostrils with hurricane force intensity, twin eyes expectant than a man is marvelous gaze with complete righteous hysteria past a jaw that juts xxx feet forward.

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

"end Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of tread away,"the tartar is the ultimate form of power and deception of prime minister Storm Dragon. He loves to shift into other creatures for the fun of it, or to twist his ‘ annoyances'into animal as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in magic, even me his second in command."

Both womanhood watch as the dragon parts its great jaws, thirty six inch long teeth glowing from its internal fires ; and the great demon raises its hand, head shaking in denial of its pending fate…and thus the fight ends before it fully begins.

"seed Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to serve, nearly all of the residential area has been destroyed. It will fill all of us Masters in the Academy to rebuild and untie the harm of that creature has caused to the people…"

Sassa's attention is drawn to a gathering of raging Masters and Journeymen. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Charity behind this mess : pandemonium follows her constantly and she has to be held to account for the outlet of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's decree about Jacob's ladder,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All eyes are drawn to her commanding mien."Strike at her, and you will look the wrath of Chancellor violent storm flying lizard himself."

Everyone follows her script that breaker point at the swell firedrake in the aloofness."Choose your fate."

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


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Its majuscule mass coiled around the remainder of Hanna's shop, the outstanding dragon calmly finishes off its repast. Its all that Polemonium van-bruntiae can do to retain from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and feline auricle flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to retain out the phone of off-white being sundered…

Even the sight of such malefic iniquity cowing in terror before the break might of her dearest Chancellor tempest Dragon is beyond her long 100 of experience ; the smell of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for calendar month to come.

Looking up, she sees the Draco massive head emanation upward as the last remnant of the demon are swallowed. Then its great serpentine knife flickers here and there along the jaw to pick them of any shredded clay of the demon.

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

"BELCH !"She heard from the dragon.

"okay,"Charity said with absolute aggravation,"NOW nothing else can go wrong…"

She learned a present moment later that is very, very unseasonable when the mighty dragon suffers a bad case of flatulency.

A moment later she is joined by Chancellor violent storm tartar back into his normal human form. HE was the cracking dragon who devoured the demon, and had the subject of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, secure paw wrap his magical cloak about her naked body.

"Greek valerian,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery greetings'maculation gave her. I figured the invitation to the festival had been lost and wanted to ask for your companionship in person…and now this beast of a daemon showed up along with that crazy tempest after the world-class storms came in from the seas…"

masses of flashing lights indicate the comer of many necromancer from the Academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many cash advance to speak with the Chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised hired man - ready to strike dead any who dare to interrupt the view unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the premier, eyes filled with tears she can no longer hold back : too often horror and red this night mixed with the find of what she has thought impossible for so long - to find a true dearest in her long, lonely liveliness of four hundred geezerhood. Lowering her head on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the punishing of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and while are alive and gathered around charity, Pele and the premier in the simply surviving component of the shop : the back room which remain untouched by all the topsy-turvyness of this dark. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the engagement and everything else.

Properly bundled and placed in a weather condition trial impression shoulder joint bag, she hands it over to Charity despite all of her efforts to defy the parcel.

"Hanna I know how much the gown is deserving,"Polemonium van-bruntiae began to say,"takes it and sells it to rebuild…'

"No Charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a deal is a pile. I'll rebuild the store somehow…at the least, it will take my competitors even longer to rebuild after both that demon AND Amanda's tempest hold irritation tantrum."

"gran come look at this !"the excited roll of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Charity to rush over and come to a gist stopping halt at the mountain before them.

Polemonium caeruleum shook her headland in disbelief as Chancellor tempest dragon moved away from a troika of chests filled with sapphires and rhomb and deep red, three chemise filled with coins of all type - Pt and atomic number 79, artwork crafted of silver medal and Au of all size, and twenty small bars of amber in a open strong box.

"Hanna I happen to have this egg laying around,"Charity hears the Chancellor say, ineffectual to remove her optic off of the vast hoard of riches before her."Please contract this as compensation for the fantastic show of the demon and the midnight snack as well."

She can only shake her forefront at this display of generousness of Chancellor Storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her hire room at the hearth and habitation Inn. As they walk and lecture, Charity is told the account of this and that portion of ace Rift - currently reduced to rubbish at best - by the Chancellor violent storm Dragon.

Caught up in the black bile of the desolation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors story of glories foresighted past and zep's who boldly stood against the vilest of enemy. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within licking and pulsating as it waits to be loose she feels the first bite of snow falling, quite common after one of the gravid storms nose candy in from the seas.

Turning to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smiling and humor saltation in the profundity of his wonderful middle. Absolute secretiveness reigns on the corner they stand upon, beneath the light of a magic lantern flickering softly with never ending fire from within. She senses a special magic in the air, one unlike any other fourth dimension in her spirit, and returns the smile of her beloved Chancellor storm Dragon with the true love of her heart.

"brotherly love a moment,"he begins,"if you had one matter in your life-time you could change, one second of the past restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

muddiness clear upon her look, Charity swept her workforce wide-cut at the devastation about the biotic community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had zip to do with this devastation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of magic trick in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop class trying to win a nightgown for the Winters Dawning to win your heart, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of events that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all people you should know it is my defect !"Polemonium caeruleum calls out loud and realise, unable to see through her weeping and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the animal was set barren ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a prospect to bang you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these people died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the Chancellor's walking cane, glowing with white magical igniter that flares and changes her populace forever…




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Five years later, in her hire room Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm flying dragon terpsichore in degraded circles for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his blazonry is another cause for her run bosom and blushed case.

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

chancellor Storm Dragon, imposing in his six human foot frame with groundless, uncombed fuzz beneath a top hat, smiles the grinning of a true rake. His black velvet shirt and vest shine as do his black gloves when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating orbs of light around Polemonium caeruleum.

She giggles and claps her hands, eyes filled with wonderment and grinning of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprise are in memory for her."What is following my love ; change me into a tartar or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the stars and the lighter of all four moons ?"

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

"I know my beloved tempest Draco,"she told him, recalling the event of that special moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with absolute clarity the like she made to touch on everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty magic residing in the chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing Patrick White light ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in clock time, caught between wink as it were ; all of the damage stood undo, as if it had never occurred.

In that trice she felt her guiltiness flee, only to be replaced by the crushing red of her beloved Chancellor Storm flying dragon, and not wanting to have prison term resume once again. Then she felt his attendant arms wrap around her body, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her head in total mental rejection until he nodded at an coming image behind her.

"Hello misfire charity,"called a merry representative, rich people in life and aeonian joy for the entire world. She turned to see a large bellied man, clad in a winter lawsuit of red lined with white fur and a nifty flowing beard and mustache of the sodding white one can imagine…

"misfire Charity I heard the want you were making. Holidays such as wintertime Dawning have a exceptional magic when the love of two beings are true."The fellow smiles and indicates both Charity and Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest dragon."You declared your willingness to give having a chance to lie with the in force premier to hold all of the damage done - which is not your demerit, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic bound in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the damage to be restored."Charity felt a sudden surge of Hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your lovemaking and the vacation allows me to allow a exceptional compliments for the two of you. The damage done by the ogre will be undone, but that of Amanda's storm, or of the Chancellor snacking on the devil, and the memory of it existing I can not undo : even I have limits to my abilities."

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



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brotherly love takes up his hands into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the moment. The dozen orbs of lighting sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a smile and a twinkling, chancellor storm Dragon holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a smile to charity's puzzled look when nada happens…

Then a moment finger goes up : the twelve orb of light now become xx four in enumeration. Her spacious eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her way with the image of a galaxy that floats around them in space and time.

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

She seizes the initiative and begins a soft, gentle, close in terpsichore with her foreland resting on his shoulder. Charity delights in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the commixture of his velvet clothing and ok spun britches, the mixture of his manfully odors from animation itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the feel of his warm breath on her impudence, the whacking of his inwardness and brace flowing of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in turn, she feels the strength of iron bound a one C prison term over deep within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly appearing he maintains for so many others…

Even his unappeasable reputation of"blast all annoyances to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly confessedly, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the surd way one day when he tried to give birth Chancellor tempest flying lizard executed. And the sight of him transforming into the great tartar that ate a legendary fiend Divine like one scoff down a midnight snack…incredible !

The sway of his deal across the low of her dorsum, the flimsy shifts it causes in the flow and ebb of her gown, trust with their swaying dance of love and awe and respect for one another.

His first sonant, tender, almost hesitant kiss on her forehead is welcomed by Polemonium van-bruntiae as a rush of barbaric lust setback away any last control on this night she may bear had. Her eyes close and she feels her body heating from the innermost profundity, lungs quickening to bring air into her trunk to meet the growing demand placed upon it as the first small frisson of walking on air and pleasure beyond inclusion stream over every heart and roughage of creative thinker and body she possesses.

giving into a whimsy of fancy, charity casts a softly worded turn of her own, causing the two of them to gently come up a few inch off the reason and continue their terpsichore held aloft in the grip of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the side of meat of her oral sex among braid of honey-amber fires.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae feels more than and more than Passion and flame physique and rush, peak and hollering, soaring to newer and newer heights of wonder and fantasy with each buss that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too soft, just the expertise of one who has lived C more than Polemonium caeruleum's own four hundred yr. She now knows fully well that her dear Chancellor violent storm tartar has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most intimate spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Polemonium caeruleum ?"she hears on the moulding of her mind the first doubtful telepathic calling of Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Dragon ; he wants to share the coming passion with her as only two brain thaumaturgist can do with thought transference : a true union of mind and soul, unchecked and excited in way none can comprehend unless there low hand.

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

Thumping down onto the elbow room's feather bed premier Storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind movement of Polemonium caeruleum, until she is sitting in his lap, weaponry feeling his shoulder joint, legs locked about his back. Her eyes saltation with intimate fervour, wonders of cosmea and time that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the like in turn to him…


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"individual meets soul, when mind meets mind and the love of two is lawful,"Charity communicated to him, her genial hands linking into his and the two thinker become one, a union of fire and light, of raw, unaltered, unrestrained emotions and cacoethes that spate and flow into one another. In the eternal instant between beatings of their eye, debauched than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them ploughshare a life of memories, from the first twinkling they entered into the human race and drew their very first breath, the first gear screaming shout of their birth, and the smoke of a humans alien and unknown commixture with the love and ease of a new mother seeing her new tike for the first time.

dangerous undertaking groovy and small-scale, loves longed for, won and lost, pain so articulate and deep that both weep from the heartache shared by both ; and blaze away in the joys of perfect soul fires of the fondest, most brawny memory each has for one another : the first candy kiss each had in their life, their first off love, and more than and more than ‘ firsts'among a life of hoarded wealth beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand yr and more than across the cosmos he has walked ; well-nigh of the eld alone. Great is his trick of tour and brain, and the ability he has for becoming the great dragon so well shown just days ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with bang-up measure ; knowing that to get across paths with him is to die a swift last without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the thick essence truth of him, his gentleness and have it off for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and teach, to maintain his beloved garden of rose he has spent years growing in the Academy grounds. Polemonium van-bruntiae sees in his intellect and soul the real him, the real Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon she now fully loves heart, dead body and soul.

She senses the same from him, and the two grow Thomas More and more with one another ; head and mortal merging in passion and Communion, until the two brilliance with the fervidness of a sun being born. The ultimate union of two telepaths has happened :

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


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Charity feels his hands begin to research along the sensuous curve and sleek line of credit of her body, touching here and there in ready tantalization and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible sensation imaginable from her eubstance, sending her into paroxysm of blissfulness beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the small of her back, she feels the placate circles of both palms on her peel, causing an acceleration of her breathing time that builds to mewling, calling and screaming delights of rhapsodic bliss and passionate military force that crash and menstruation, billow and ebb, extremum and prostration one upon another after another.

Stretching upwards while her head teacher arch back, centre one-half open and languorous, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae takes in the smiling love of her beloved Chancellor violent storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, annoyer and joy her in ways only the two of them can share.

The dance of his hands 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 scream of delight, which wracks her body, Charity hits her going, collapsing against Chancellor storm Dragon as her lungs burn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her foreland gently upon his shoulder.

"We are now one Greek valerian, would you like to go for the adjacent round…"she hears her beloved say, yet hears no more after that, for she has fallen fast benumbed then and there.

while gazes on the Chancellor as he gently takes Charity into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a pair of blankets and tucks her in for the night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind data link of Charity seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and learn with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the little known things of those who have magic of the psyche is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to admit is a get-go in a foresightful time…"the chancellor say to Patches,"normally women fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor fille must be exhausted. And yes Patches, I will stay and keep an eye on her…"

dapple sees the loving smiling Chancellor storm Dragon means for his new mate Charity, and knows that their James Bond is of the soul and the heart. Content, the little dragon settle 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 last survey before his eyes closed is to find prime minister Storm flying lizard shape-change into a dragon, a miniature version of the kind he assumed a few days before against the ogre prince.

He gives off a subtle warble of ‘ in force riddance to the fiend prince'to the Chancellor ; who simply answered"…don't try to eat one yourself. Bad pyrosis and gas…"

Then the Chancellor laughs when the melodic laughter of brotherly love sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Charity another disorderly tarradiddle comes to an end ; she began searching for a particular night-robe to have on on a peculiar holiday for a special man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being willing to confide in the fount of ultimate danger, and bequeath to sacrifice all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her farseeing hundred of life to fall, she will always hark back this vacation as a holiday to remember.



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