Among the nifty universe are untold numbers of attribute, worldly concern, stars and civilizations ; a thousand one thousand of beings wander the secret direction and paths that link them - merchandiser, torpedo and scoundrel, explorer and explicators, keepers of secrets and those who uncover the same. All are known regardless of their coinage and ancestry by a collective name : The Planes-walkers.

On Earth where these means and way of life converge, communities arise, each as unique as the being who dwell there ; the community of Stars Rift is no exception. It infamous above all others as a station of commerce and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

People of many species, human race, trades and the like are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten more clock time the same of betrayals, plots, and revenge. And yet among this seething puddle of force and pure havoc waiting the barest spark of flame to ignite, rescript does exist…for one fillet of sole reason…

The honorary society of the arts, its swing buildings over three statute mile on a side and reaching hundred of floors into the sky, dominates the total mass of hotshot Rift. Famed for its libraries, museums, Hall upon unending halls of gem and art beyond imagination, they produce the finest of diplomats, scholars, teachers and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the expectant of all, Chancellor violent storm Dragon, who keep the pandemonium of hotshot Rift in relative lodge. The ruler for those seeking to advance schedule and design in the community are very simple, exercise extreme care, for when some unknown line is crossed you will face the Academies conjuror, and be warned once…after that is compendious annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of virtuoso severance care not about the Academy, spell fight or the impending annihilation of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumble of a violent storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great clouds airstream in from the horizon, clawing in outstanding column for the sky while building ever rich in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these great tempests, claiming that there is a guiding awareness to them ; as many have seen in their profoundness of pitch blackness lot of golden eye 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 world-class deep and echoing calls of roar sound, the clarion call that the season of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scurries for any protection they can encounter. Teamsters shout and curse at their bill of exchange animals, desperate to get their wagons of goods and lading under cover song, all the while the lease guards around them watch for any would-be thieves hang on making a fast pussy of the Sami goods.

merchandiser whose workshop are not fronted by the with child, arching covered walk of the market quarter close up, bolting windows and doors, hoping that when the storm ends, the shop will be intact and business can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community of interests, the Cat-girl known as Jacob's ladder ( and by a few thousand other, less choice or right insult public figure ), the storm takes moment place next to the selection of the compensate night-robe for a most special holiday coming up in five More days.

All she wants is enough clip to choose her night-robe. And not have anything else go wrong, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of expectant thrills, and true danger…and chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like Greek valerian can understand.


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brotherly love, conjuror and practitioner of the rare mental thaumaturgy known as psionic's, scholarly person and adventurer among the cosmos at large, not to mention being - in her own words -"the cutest cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of style, just a minuscule niggling dress workshop near the open fireplace and home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a full length mirror and ponders the sight shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire chromaticity filled with life and untamable abandon. Slight freckle adorn her soft cheek and accentuate her chirpy little scent. Her okay feline auricle posh back and forth as of their own violation, drawn by the wispy of sounds. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as brotherly love drag, and whiff, and puffs yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber tomentum away from her eyes.

Her lithe contour flows and dances about as she struggles with ever growing foiling to put the offending bit of hair back in place. So great is the endeavor she finally engages in a complete spin that sends her crashing onto the storey in a heap of female feline fury.

She adjusts the dame of the gown she is wearing, looking at some of the peeress who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unspoken enquiry Charity result to be rid of these useless hens."madam as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her arms wide and curtseys to them,"but no tail common to them, mine got lost long ago in a enchantment battle."

Her tuneful laughter carries far as the ladies rush off having been thoroughly embarrassed.

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

The traditional low day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme with nix but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing spouse of all gender and species. There are no barriers of form, culture, social standing or family kinship restraining any such coupling ; yet there are among the hedonic delight seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday Greek valerian is no elision. 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 flush flowing over her side, neck and even up over her capitulum : decipherable mansion of sheer superfluity. Her acquaintance and owner of this little dress shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Charity's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her lithe feminine feline form ; her forbearance finally runs out after a few more minutes, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee joint high, whiteness furred rush Polemonium van-bruntiae had seen up on the endorse floor earlier today.

Standing atop a minor step stool, Charity shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the hunky-dory silken night-robe of thick sea greens and blueness, embossed with gold dragons swirling around her hips, torso and breasts, convulsion. The sleeveless and strapless scrubs hugs each sensuous curved shape and feature on her consistence, while the skirt flows around her branch like water in a watercourse swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

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

kick off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both implements of war high into the air and straining the night-robe fabric to the nigh breakage point. She slowly turns in a half band to face the shopfront windowpane and all of the fall foot traffic.

deflection slightly backwards, the gown crushes against her tit, revealing all of their enshroud wonder to some carpenters passing along. Charity smile at each of them in turn, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to dance and quiver about as a deep butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more times she does this in agile Order, shifting her subdivision and body to counter balance the trend with an ease belying the iron discipline and specialty possessed by her body.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae gives one carpenter a luxuria filled, coyish flash while his optic remain locked upon her covered bosom ; and in a import of pure rascality, teases the sharpness of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of light and vestige always at child's play. Then shakes her headway as the carpenter gibe into a porch support post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse trough.

Her disbelief grows when a rushing wagon throws a wheel in its drovers hastiness to baffle the tempest to shelter. The four horses pulling it bust devoid of their harnesses, racing off with wild laughter on the flatus as the drover dives clear of the collapsing Charles's Wain : the load of which is a load of manure that shall never give its terminal goal this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse trough, thus winding up trauma, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so mature to the man around him. So strong is the tuneful odour of his, that all of the commons plant biography for 30 invertebrate foot suddenly grows in a plethora of surging life, sprouting leaves, flowers and new fruit and seed for all who wish to take at them.

Returning to her silent dance of seduction, brotherly love's body flowing in one amazing movement after another : graceful jump and play, short spins followed by sweeping kick and kink. She knows there is one former watching her at the fourth dimension - Amanda, the granddaughter and prentice of Hanna.

Charity also knows the Truth of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's middle ; a longing and hope that the girl has not yet found the courage to recognise she seeks. She gives Amanda a quickly jiffy that sends the girl into a boot of flustered quivering and blushing consternation.

Placing one paw on her hip, Charity raises the early senior high school overhead with fingers spread unto the vault of heaven. Her head leans back as she arches her venter forward until she achieves a low crescent Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the knee joint. She takes the left foot into her will hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third clock time before leaping high into the air.

Her descent is a perfection of motion and feline blessing, landing so lightly on the dance step stool not even a mote of detritus is to be observed. For many minute of arc Polemonium van-bruntiae moves but slowly, calmly, with her oculus ending and ear insipid on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex pattern of swirls, rotary, curt and recollective kicks of her legs and motions with her implements of war to equilibrize her movement.

Yet no affair how she moves or the frequenter of the fund watching the dancing cat-girl seek to incur her near intimate of areas under that flowing skirt, they do not succeed. She is in staring ascendence over her organic structure and that of the scrubs, never allowing the sheer fabric to evidence off more than she desires to consume shown.


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Poor young Amanda can not keep her focus, torn between the dance of Charity, and that of the crowd gathering outside the workshop presentation Windows. So many people wanting a glimpse of a master of the terpsichore at play, they do hope for to a greater extent to show of Charity - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday suit to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the front door. She allows a confine routine of people in for a base fee and the unconditional promise they keep hushed at all cost. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their Lady familiar or spouses.




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As formidable as Charity is with wizard spells, she is more so with the rare deception of the mind. As her terpsichore draw play her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the wellspring of psychical free energy deep in her being. This Energy Department she uses to manipulate the very molecule of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to hang in new way of life and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gather in the lenient gasps of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair's-breadth flow a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million trillion of rhombus with a thousand thousands of valued gemstone interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

pulling her arm in tight to her thorax, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by idea alone the atom of light to shift and twirl with her. Colors flare and shift, dance and intertwine, one with another in an unending curtain of iridescent fires. She even keeps her focus when, contrary to the pledge given to Amanda, the valet in the crowd begin to bring out lust filled outcry and demands for all clothing on Polemonium van-bruntiae to get along off.


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Amanda watches Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae with the maximum fascination, until one of the lady companions of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ limited item.'Listening carefully to the desired order, a price is reached and sealed with a handshake and Twin Falls wicked grin of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the back way to retrieve the assay 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 portion of the clueless, offending gentleman companion unfolds before her eyes.


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At long last Polemonium caeruleum comes to a full point with a flare of the melodramatic - arms cast gamey overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smile on her side. That grinning turned into a coy grin as her pilus flopped over her face and spike, and the scrubs surrendered to gravity in one mighty rushing ; drawing many gaudy blast and delighted whistle at the mass of her debar breasts, honed stomach and the sleek undergarments being worn.

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

Her gaze extends to one corner of the accumulate quite a little of howling men. She sees the scorned lady's steady approaching onto her clueless gentleman companion. Polemonium caeruleum softly chuckled, the melodic giggles sending the men into another round of starve burning and hunger crazed frenzy, as they call for the display to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a script or former body theatrical role as required for her performances…'

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

"Ah come on already,"the young gentleman who has so insulted his companion says with ridicule,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most herculean of merchants in town ; my word is law, and nothing else matters, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, watch with grim humor as the now assaulted man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding clucks. The sheer pain surging into his brainpower from the crushing of his chestnut tree with an smoothing iron salamander becomes flood out, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the story.

Two of the men turn from Charity's objurgation, looking at the man on the story with clear annoyance at having the display so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their lady comrade about the man and incur a unified ovolo 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 traveler up in their weapon system, and summarily dispose him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short distance to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously smelly mixed bag of manure and water system.

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

He makes it to the far slope of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning bolts from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic Capricorn stampede over his body, leaving an endless serial publication of cloven hoof mark upon his back. Finally he reaches the shopfront across from Hanna's shop, and collapse against the wall gasping for breathe…until a pack of 100 mongrel cur come along and, in turn, christen him in the usual manner of such mutt.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's store turn from Charity and unto the spurn lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ hear hears,'and a round of applause, before giving their undivided attention to their female comrade. Couple by couple, they bow to Greek valerian, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most Jehovah show and then depart on their stage business of the day.

Amanda hears the combined chortle and melodious giggles of her grandmother and Charity from the blushing consternation of the untried girl. All of her years of being taught proper decorum, mannerism, diplomatic negotiations and all the ‘ stuff a proper unseasoned lady who will inherit a terrific shop must eff,'never prepared her for such a display of societal interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to charity, who catches it with a graceful leap upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No matter how many times she sees it in person, Hanna just can not swallow soul as idle and chaos followed as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae can command such state of grace and ability.

"Thanks,"Polemonium caeruleum said to Hanna,"I'll take the gown as well as my purchases."

"Greek valerian you're good for concern whenever you do these lilliputian display. In the next hebdomad or two my business will double or triple and I will require to charter another seamstress or two just to keep back up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Greek valerian's longing gaze to the ultimate plunder of her store : a rare gown made of gossamer silk - said to be the stuff of dreams and butterflies breathe mixed with the first sound of a blossoming flower in spring.

"gossamer silk,"Polemonium caeruleum says as she watches the ever changing weave of colours, patterns and flowing scene that emerge and fade on the Earth's surface. At one pointedness, the magic woven into the material displays twin curing of great Draco at play, hopping from cloud to obnubilate so far above the earth.

"love girl if you…"Hanna began until brotherly love's bear on hand stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the nightgown. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a professional at the honorary society of liberal arts,"she said, her voice filled with resignation."It's not my lot in life-time to know such riches or point of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray heraldic bearing tea, snapper, high mallow and a host of early toppings to snack upon. She loves to hear the endless taradiddle of charity's adventure, seeking magic and lost traditional knowledge, artifacts of vast power and of unsafe behemoth from exotic places ‘ over the Alfred Hawthorne next to the rainbow.'She pesters Greek valerian to no end with question after question, especially about the swirling lights that came near the end of her dance !

"I have to teach how you did that Jacob's ladder ! Please can you teach it to me ? Please ?"Amanda begged of Charity.

Jacob's ladder explained to Amanda that some magic trick can be taught ( such as that of magical spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the mind ) ; the latter intellect illusion she avoids going into contingent about, as few in the region of Stars severance suspect she has such power.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is present, one who is in all aspects the equal of brotherly love in magical charm and the magic trick of the mind…Patches, the pocket-sized Draco associate of Charity for nigh of her four centuries of joyfully chaotic life history. All three women look to the forgotten tray of snack and see Patches, whom is slightly longer than a human forearm, finishing off the live on of the tea. He turns and waves a chance ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the sight of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae leaping about, clearing material wheel and bouncing off display cases in a desperate frenzy to grab her old friend. The two know of Charity's fondness for cheese, and lookout man as she stops sentence and again, to see if her keen hearing can pick out his swoon footfall or wing beats. threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in jape than of any seriousness, only to redouble in purpose and fury when Patches dumps a picture of water supply not once, but three fourth dimension over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her president and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in still rage. All that she wants is to see a surgical gown for the coming holiday, and then to enjoy winter Dawning.

"Charity my costly girl,"Hanna says,"you act as tempestuous as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another thaumaturge 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 hooey ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go material body ?"


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

Hanna homes in for the putting to death when charity's bloom and alarm come in full measure."Oh ho, so that's it. just old shirt and britches not soundly enough now ? Sounds like person has caught your partiality after all, or Sir Thomas More like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Draco, the chief of the Academy of the Arts ? masses say you and him have been disbursement time together lately…"

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

She paused for a second as sense keen to the subtle workings of magic trick call out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging outdoor. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no melodic theme as the feeling is just that, a unattackable instinctive warning.

Charity takes the moment she has to function out a design to observe Hanna and Amanda off guard and out of her making love life. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor Storm firedrake over the last few weeks.

It is true that Chancellor Storm Dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to share a meal…every time he arrives its in a different guise - once a whiz, or a cracking bird that flew in via the door before transforming into his normal ego, dressed as a flush prince of a far off realm. The time he tried to fly in on a magical rug caused no end of topsy-turvyness when the Inn's door was destroyed upon discovery that it was too specify to permit the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a natural endowment with each meeting - a rule book of traditional knowledge or history, of minor sorcerous spells once ( fit for a journeyman conjuror and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half dozen charming sceptre made by him that pulsated with sleeping power oceanic abyss in their carven wooden forms. More important, as they talked about modest things in each others animation, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the stern ‘ instantly blast you to dot'man of his most fearsome reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchants and bargainer in magical curios to fill with Charity. In this manner, she has begun to craft magical goody, simple-minded trinket really, along with some true token of power - such as scepter and wizardly charm, which have dramatically increased the cash in hand for research and necessities such as tax shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Polemonium van-bruntiae began with a tale of dreams, hopes and desires fuse and interweave about hearsay of her and the Chancellor. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a prison term from others. The one thing she can not run from is the awe she will never win his love in the end, that fate will doom her feat to failure one Thomas More time in her long, lonely life.

"Charity my earnest girlfriend, a question, or if you will, a business offer,"asked Hanna, her mannerism suddenly becoming very serious.

Charity nodded for Hanna to proceed, wondering what forces of chaos and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and carnage'are all too often the net result of any business crack she gets swept up in during her 100 of life.

draft her legs up under herself, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae patiently waited for Hanna to gather her opinion. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not take on Charity long to sympathise what the ‘ business offer'would be about : the first coupling of Amanda with another soul. In Stars Rift, this is not an strange custom, where a guardian or parent arranges such matters ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Polemonium van-bruntiae has participated in more than once, usually to check the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the unseasoned gentlewoman she received a look of impassioned indignation in response."Now she happens to be ‘ queer'about womanhood ; so I am wondering, as Winters cockcrow is nearly at deal and to enter she must be mated, if you would avail out."

Amanda blushed from header to toe as she looked down to the solid ground, scraping her toes on the floor while her centre fell upon charity to see her reception."Uh miss Jacob's ladder I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"Good, and so that we have a pile, name your price charity, if it's in my power to feed you have it…"her spunk skipped a beat when she followed Charity's gaze over to the scrubs and undershirt of cobweb silk. The flabby fabric shimmering in the light acting across it captivated all three char for a unawares time.

"funfair enough, raft for deal."Hanna clasped Greek valerian's paw and explained that Amanda's room is in the back of the construction. This drew a stream melodious giggles from Jacob's ladder as the girlfriend understood that the ‘ big event'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't worry Amanda. Jacob's ladder 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 approaching of age ceremony.

From senior high above in the shops rafters, spell warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic means : Do not occupy, I will not allow anything to take place to the shop while early thing are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will regret it for the short residuum of their miserable and spurious lives.

Hanna looks up at eyepatch on his lofty pole in the raftsman, then to Charity who looks back over her shoulder with a smiling and a nod about fleck promise. Hanna is convinced that Charity ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weight of her latest deliveries, all she wants right now is to be rid of the go parcel and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such uncorrected thoughts, counting that she is a messenger, runner, student to Headmistress Pele and minor wizard as the best of fortune to occur in the eighteen year she has lived.

"Next metre,"she whispering to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for more than deliveries than anyone else near the holiday of Winters break of day. I wish I could ditch this bag into a rubbish dump or some blazing attack of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a harness bag on the outside, is a true creation of magic. It is capable of holding in its depths many, many metre what a rule bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a one thousand letter of the alphabet, natural endowment, greeting and the same for the guests of the Academy's Masters and Journeymen.

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

Four occlusion to go, then she will be relieved of one more burden : a bundle of alphabetic character handed to her by the psyche of the honorary society himself : prime minister Storm Dragon.

He had given very expressed instructions on where to deliver them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ sexual love interest'Jacob's ladder the cat-girl. She had to recur the verbal message over and over until she could repeat the very inflections and tincture of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm dragon down to the minutest of details. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her interpreting, indicating one more deep psychometric test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprised her…

chancellor violent storm Draco commenced to throw up a serial publication of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, Ward that would occupy fire, acid, lightning, cold and crushing forces of magic magical spell ; one that made her tegument as hard as Harlan Fiske Stone, and another that allows the near Chancellor to draw Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these trance are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all costs avoid any spell conflict if you can. Use the undecomposed artillery you have, your intellect, and hold on out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of alarm when, following a prominent sigh from the chancellor, he said to no one in item,"trouble and chaos flow rate around Charity like piss around a rock in mid stream."

look upon Hanna's garb store, Sassa finally understood why Charity brings Hanna so much concern. It's not for the unexampled of way or the like ; its to replace all the clothing she loses in one mess after another in a life of feverish insanity not of her own devising.

An disconnected caterwaul of booms, blast, thundering counter, keening wails and flashes from bolts of white hut lightning terpsichore down the street. As new of a student as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately fellow with the sounds of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprise grows many faithful louder as a swarm of green shaft of charming energy arc about her. She turns to look out as they pass through a forgather band of paired-up men and women, all of Sassa's age or slightly honest-to-goodness. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the penury and ways of right etiquette and diplomacy around the residential district at large.

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

Instantly the beam reduces his entire attire of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The young men laughed at the pile of the older man as he continued to talk and explain the ‘ way things are done'with assuredness of one who is never ‘ undignified in matter of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her head as many of the young men use their distaff companions as living shields from the side by side barrage of green magical shaft. Instantly five woman, each hit by one electron beam of magic, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five ladies join the previous gentleman berating the youth men as cowards, retard, mountebank, and other words that made buckets of water system nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing clouds of steam…


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Hanna pulled a electric chair along Amanda's bed, determined to see the total case of her orgasm of age sexual union carried out. She remembers with some fondness the get-go time she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, legal tender press of lips to voiced and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her brass flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from brotherly love who had begun to undo the sash about her robe. With a wink and a coy smiling at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her gown, allowing the dancing of lights and darkness to encounter across her organic structure in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering light of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, put away away with a flare and a grin that promises Amanda delight unknown quantity of in her life. And eye animated with lust filled blast and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in turn as each charwoman explores the others limits of wonder filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the naked form of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a straightaway coup d'oeil down the street to where the magical force play originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with manus and heads and eubstance ; while casting forth magic trance after spell without business organisation for anyone about them. Blast after shocking, roaring blast of occult forces clash and counter clash, until finally one of the bear's scores household on its opponent…

roar in pain and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due hurriedness down the street to the applause of the accumulate crowds. Sassa bloom as she realized that she, a courier from the honorary society, who is supposed to be imperturbable, has been clapping and cheering with the rest of the bunch !

"Well, it is a one of a form result,"she said to no one in particular, though all would agree. Many will note in days to get along about the great deal of a defeated,"Bare bottomed conduct,'racing away from the area. LE obvious is the gathering storm gamey command processing overhead time, still and black as swarm build and billow with writhing power, glowing eyes wait and watch, patiently calling to she who is to awake and loose their might.



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Charity complimented Amanda on having such all right breasts and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken Robert Brown whisker enfolded about Amanda's face as her cobalt blue centre shifted between Charity and the flooring ; she had both of her custody on the minuscule of her back, fingers twitching nervously in expectation of the soon to be rage she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Polemonium caeruleum's bare body, drinking in her replete feminine feline var.. Muscles honed to near perfection, the elegant bend of her body and muscled abdomen. Then she did a double take, focusing upon the most distinctive of markings - uncommon even of cat-folks - Polemonium caeruleum has on her eubstance.

Honeysuckle-colored tiger-stripes run along her stomach and hip. While a ordered black ink brushed trend of"W"sweeps up and about both of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's breasts.

Amanda's curiosity finally gets the better of her. She reached her hands out to palpate those marks, hesitating as Charity gives off a series of soft giggles. With a vauntingly gulp, Amanda continued to describe each stripe, following it over the smooth skin of her soon to be pair ; muscles twitch and flinch as Polemonium van-bruntiae struggles to stifle another series of giggles that threaten to abound Forth River.

Slowly, as if moving of their own will, her fingerbreadth work their way up towards brotherly love's bosom. Both of the ink-brush-like soft touch that encompass the freckled mounds of ultimate delight and motherly affection keep Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such markings.

Both of Polemonium caeruleum's pap stand swollen from the building heating deep in her body, a heat Amanda feels when she places her palm on the midway peak of the"W"figure. She feels the pulsating of Charity's centre, the hotness that flows and ebbs moment by moment, and the speedup of Greek valerian breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Greek valerian places them upon her own boob, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's impudence and torso radiates out to encompass brotherly love, charging her skin and senses with an electrifying tingle ; the heady olfactory property of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential difference of life raw, wild, free and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

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


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The"Bare bottomed bear"conflict now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lassie raced across the lane, her block bottom bouncing in rhythm with her bosom, over to a belittled gathering of women with cowl robes. Sassa tries to read their sass, and concludes some kind of cut-rate sale is going on. She smiles when the final full term are made…

In swift order the cowardly young men are trussed up by the strange women to their belittled wagon filled with an small iron smithy heated with glowing ember. The ladies and the former gentleman's gentleman, all the remaining young men have fled for their lives, lookout as the hooded char. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the famous ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sister Seeking Settlement."

She shook her head in bemusement at the lot due to these five new men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie high-pitched in the air. One of the sis calls out to the gathered bunch to see the ‘ show of shows concerning why men should fear a charwoman scorned…"

Five of the Sisters pluck glowing branding chains from among the het up coals, metal furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be dame,"the firstborn of the Sisters asks of the womanhood around the older valet."The smiley typeface or ‘ I burned a peeress and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the fear of a professional pain presenter - a professing once called ‘ torturers.'The lady decide as one to go with the older gentleman back to his business firm and relish a few Day of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the apparel workshop now that the show is over. The baby are on their way home with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a animation of bliss filled intimate slavery.

The tempest operating expense physical body ever more in power, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many sense with uneasiness and trepidation.

An ill omen indeed, with the hope of havoc beyond compare.


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Charity watches with keen interestingness every flustering flush, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated faltering done by Amanda as fingers continue to explore the man lasses body. Her tender nose picks up the delicate and heady swirling of olfactory property given off by the girl ; from the moist and heated exhalations to the angelic remnants of the lilac and jasmine soap she used in her last bathroom. Even the finest of chocolate éclairs that she loves to induce, a unavowed kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a divertimento for Charity's psyche, while her sensitive hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shifting of one human foot to another as a girl soon to be a woman is anxious, hesitant and longing for to a greater extent wrapped in one. The faint digit chance event and caresses that Amanda does on Greek valerian's back register as a shiner's step to an owl in a far off tree.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the miss dead on in the middle,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rarified magic of the judgement that I command. I can use it to chemical bond us together on a mental and emotional level ; you will be able to feel and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will train away nearly of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and allow for you to know more easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

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

Hanna's gasped gaudy and bring in as Amanda accepts Charity's offering. She just shakes her header at the gift Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is willing to share with the girl, to be confidant on such a degree, of thinker and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate floor of fleshly bliss beyond standard !

Placing one paw to Amanda's forehead, Charity gently focuses her will and merges her thoughts and nous with the flowing, churning, wild patterns and billow of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and disaffirmation, of fear and fortune at playing period within the Lester Willis Young girl.

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

Amanda's response of ‘ yes'roared forte and clear into Charity's skull with such force she cringed, scrunching heart shut while teeth clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

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

"Now then,"Polemonium van-bruntiae continued,"time will flow differently for us on the genial level ; you will feel the physical joy of your organic structure and the emotional rush as patterns and construct only pure thought can communicate ; call it a strain of soul touching soulfulness. Let me channelize you…"

Amanda's center flared wide of the mark open as the horizons of her mind suddenly opened unto new prospect. For the initiatory meter she smell and senses the world from charity's vista : aroma of a 1000 kinds twiddle and mix in a mixture that is life history being lived, sounds of all kind - many beyond the ken of human being sense of hearing - flow and switch as brotherly love's auricle flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the licking of her heart, the fiery flowing of her blood as love build higher and higher in the prediction of sexual bliss to come.

From top to bottom of Jacob's ladder's forcible being, she senses the truth of the iron subject area and strength within her ; complete and unit, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to insure as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed pull through by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Jacob's ladder perceives Amanda's world in all the five senses, plus that of her thoughts in a flare of lights and colors, blazing passions and cold, crisp logic all merging into a wise cornucopia of admiration and world waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by second that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering frisson of electrifying bliss, as one does before a storm of heroic poem symmetry due to unleash all in a twinkling of havoc 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 view of ‘ awakened'out of her psyche, and tries to focus on being with brotherly love. Her emotions gradually become more rivet under the steady mental hands of Charity, who guides her in keeping a stabilise focus on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you need to do first : me doing your woman or you tasting me ?"brotherly love asks and feels a surge of might flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few times in the past times but can not identify it just now. She just assumes it's the stopping point bits of nervousness before her first-class honours degree mating of woman with char : perfectly understandable.

Then something flare-up through with persuasiveness so unfounded and raw, blazing hot cacoethes of a hundred asterisk being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her soul and judgment. Power and potential beyond anything she has seen before echoes into Charity's mind through the mental hamper with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a c voices of a thousand smack and a million balmy winds imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing sensations that she is startled when the first awkward, mollify and supply ship spark of Amanda's tongue flows over the outer depths of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sensations of womanly shape, the delightful grain and scents and gustatory sensation ; each one surges from the girl as a glistening river of dancing twinkle and swirling clouds, growing more and more as she finds each bid spot to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A flicker here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by place by Amanda's succor causes Greek valerian's eyes to all but crossing over and her lips to pucker so bad as the fiercest of love wrack her body in torrential cascade of joy. Holding her paw on Amanda's shoulder for stableness, and even as the female child shifts slightly to even out while on her knees, the raging nether region of rapt cloud nine ravages each and every fibre of Jacob's ladder's body from principal to toe and back again.

The two adult female share a universe that shifts from moment to moment ; a unlimited display of baseball field ablaze with a million universes dancing with life and love, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the heavens in starve bearing flesh and thought. The raw power of the tempest sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as Brobdingnagian clouds that tower to the Heaven and bear horrific ire ; and the gentle rain that sweeps the spring meadows high in the lot are shared between them.

Her breath quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a K forges within a iron metalworks ; muscleman tense and flex, her back flexing forward as brotherly love feels Amanda's hired man secure holds along her lower backbone, the fingertips stroking spots just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming storm then doubles, triples and quartette into her creative thinker.

Charity feels the joy and awe and marvel of Amanda as Charity's pleasures of the form flow into the lady friend mind. sound reflection of Caucasian hot bliss and crying delight reach from soul to soul, joining with the one hundred voices of a thousand thunders from close by - vocalism that cry for the one to ‘ waken'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites severe on her sassing as a last, all encompassing outburst of ultimate pleasure surges from the thick wells of her being : one that redoubles a chiliad times over, like the birth of a million meg of sunlight born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent nascency pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for Polemonium caeruleum the birthing is a monumental, long, loud and all encompassing wild shriek of joy that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her loss, its all Greek valerian can do to continue standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her arms for giving her the groundless sexual climax in some time.

She hears the pealing of a one C vocalization of a M thunders declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Charity ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping exponent is in Amanda, and curiosity what topsy-turvydom is about to get along when the girl does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and furiousness over the community of interests, determined to end up the day's duties. Lightning news bulletin one upon another as the awing booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, bird flowing in the hint, she enacts a unsubdivided spell to ward off the impending pelting and wind as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's curry shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call her new and nigh strange friend"Miss."She and Charity have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the contract efforts of the ‘ other'pupil - i.e."male person"students - to harass Greek valerian for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some Milk River and catnip and going ‘ skillful pussycat cat'while patting her on the psyche in a mocking tone…

Even the memory of the sheer furiousness radiating from Polemonium caeruleum's sapphire-emerald center causes Sassa to shake and shutter. All twenty of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Polemonium caeruleum to the gamy region of the polar ice battalion. Over the following hour, they were rescued by a form professional and his Journeymen by teleporting them home one by one…the passel of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering jest from so many ladies.

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

Though the latter may also be due to the edict of Chancellor Storm Dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or plague Greek valerian after this deals with me !"One maestro of the honorary society, Fox Glove by name, dared to take issue with the effective Chancellor for a few moments…

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

"Hopefully ‘ Miss Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and connotation of the title as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open brink, she does not know a particular date with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's grinning widened as she observes Charity whisper something into Amanda's ear. Whatever has been said has an immediate issue on the young woman, as Amanda giggled and gave a grin filled nod of her head as hands swept up both of Charity's into their range. In turn, the girl placed Polemonium caeruleum's work force on her large knocker, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls heart when she feels the first gentle caresses and teasing cam stroke on pap engorged and longing to be pleasured.

Three large thrill wrack Amanda's body when Charity's backtalk and clapper gently probe and pleasure each one in good turn, back and forth for many minutes as the girls body all but blazes with sensualism induced heat blood-related to the howling flame of a stars surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and converted prison term after metre after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy looking as she gazes into Amanda's aquamarine centre, and nods at the feathery bed ; when both are upon it, charity quietly directs her to"lie down and enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in support, wondering at the feelings and passions being shared by the two women on the bed.


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

She find's her dead body heat surge from unknown quantity wellsprings : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying thrill that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to follow and see what is about to find. Her brain forges into two different states of cognizance, one of her mortal body that is linked with Polemonium van-bruntiae, and another that sails on unearthly winds unto the tempest above that blaze with lifetime and elemental forces pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

mop up her center, hands over her look, Amanda giggles and squeals as Jacob's ladder division her legs, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently comforter hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the center field of delight all cleaning woman are endowed with. In their shared liaison Greek valerian's someone and passions blaze beyond lily-white hot, encompassing the circumstances of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her strong-arm body ; the two souls dance and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the low gear fourth dimension in her life, the flesh of Amanda's fair sex parts for another.

In a single drubbing of a heart, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a hundred sentence over ; blazing cold and freeze warmth, air pressure fantastic and soft as a plume pound and pleasure her consciousness mind and quicken her already burst out soul to dimension beyond belief. These moving ridge of spirit being lived upsurge up the nerve tract unto her former consciousness deep among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far overhead.

One hundred stage set of gold eyes appear about her, bowing in respect and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to squall the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the power to call and aim them at anything she wills, any target or construction, for they are sentient beings of living energy kindred to the lightning but More than that.

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

"schoolmistress we are in a way the keep force of the storm,"declared one hundred vocalisation of a thousand thunders,"that which is the blue rainfall and softest of breeze ; and the fiercest personnel of destruction. We are all and more, but wait for your call and counseling. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her body riding horse, as physique has yielded to the ministrations of Charity's fingers and tongue and lips, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her separate consciousnesses merge once again ; chassis and the storm revealed in one communion that also abruptly cuts the shared link between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening winds in the darkened mass of thunder swarm enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal magic that is a dance in of its own right. She learns how to honk the call of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and mind to orchestrate and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having magic of her own at long hold out billow as her body begins to dance and throb in the stroke of her shattering climax ; between beating of her soul heart, she feels the raw wind and lament shocking power of the lightning that sets her middle ablaze with great power beyond the ken of most beings.

Her roar of low gear bliss is all encompassing and loud, carrying across the biotic community of lead Rift.

Quick as thought Amanda communes with the sustenance lightning ; scores of past wrongs to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many Sir Thomas More that need to be redressed."So it is to be schoolmistress, but outset return in full to your body that has awakened ; danger is at hired hand and you must survive."



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From his watchful perch highschool in the shop's raftman plot shifts his color to match that of his background, having sensed the necromancer who paused to cast a spell just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the gathering storm, called by trick to do battle with the foeman of the go caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing picks up the verbal expression of ‘ enjoyable surprisal'for Charity and thus comes to one conclusion : some unknown opposition has once again sent an bravo after his friend Polemonium caeruleum. Keen eyes watch the door handle turn, soon accompanied by the diffuse squeal of hinges desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his stance among the rafter to just over the intruder, bandage process forth the weave of deception for a while of insanely force play, the purest of elemental fire found in the substance of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force shape ; apparition and light flickering across the shining scales of the niggling dragon. An orb of saturated hellish pressure and tempest of heat, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to pull and fire and consume in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in infinite dozens of spell combat, Patches knows the first hit has to count, for he senses each of the magical wards protecting the homo lady below ; wards of king that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with god-awful violence akin to the gathered death in his claws, watching as the sorcerer lifts a set of papers out of her belt sack - a prepared spell to be cast for maximum effect and mass murder inflicted…

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

while strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the full room is engulfed in a shakiness, ivory rattling waving of heating system and deafening auditory sensation. The raw smell of cindered material and wood, and the reeking stench of native sulphur merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"danger is at hand and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the words of the sustenance lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid hummer causes her to choke and bring bust flowing from her eye. Hanna tosses her a robe and outcry to get it on at once. Struggling to breather, she fumbles the robe on after all too many panic filled beats 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 sign at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, coarse tone that told bulk to Amanda of how much risk is now at hand.

"grannie what is it ?"Amanda asked in the diffuse whisper she could manage between undulation of fear and near affright. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the first time in her life sentence, she wondered if her very existence is about to end. Hanna followed Charity out the room access, and Amanda sees the luminescence of death dealing wizard enshroud the deal of charity as she prepares to betroth in wizard battle.



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Charging into the face area of the shop, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging green and blue flows of lighting and passion, Jacob's ladder searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated trick back to the weave of the natural populace from which it comes. Her laughter of melodious connotation is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a watchful warning at the young necromancer ; vesture reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin ladened with soot and smoke. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three char and formally prow to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade to the reason in ash filled oodles.

"Greek valerian,"Sassa declared,"I have some varsity letter from the Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon of the Academy for you. please assume them with his compliments. And a orchestrate message : William Tell Jacob's ladder that Chancellor violent storm Draco wishes her company and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the gathered letters - the same in which Patches mistook for a scroll of illusion - and gently places them into Charity's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the lady Sassa bidding them farewell, but then adds to Charity,"You have a most gumptious friend up there in the rafters Miss Jacob's ladder, he does jazz how to go off things up…if you will rationalize me now I have a lot more letters to deliver."

All three womanhood rush to the stores front door, watching with marvel and awe as Sassa walking so casually down the main road while the rage of the storm unleashes in keening wind and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination upsurge and terpsichore with almost preternaturally peachy reason behind it.

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


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

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

Charity hears Hanna begging to make love what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few times in her life, brotherly love can not answer, can not trace the indescribable, only thrill and look with fear laden eyes as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the impending holocaust a consequence before it is unleashed, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the front threshold shut as the tempest beyond nature is unleashed : a tempest born on the winds of vengeance by Amanda's guiding soul.



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Amanda's idea eye within the tempest watches as a nifty chain of arching lightning chimneysweeper over each of a origin of sixty groovy wooden estate car filled with uncommon and wanted business deal goods. Wood splintered and burned to ash, wagon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty horses, six per wagon, are set free to determine their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now devastated paddy wagon rushes out of his opulent shop class, weeping and blustering at the great loss of trade good. Even bad is the surge of people willing to weather the tempest who airstream to the wagons, not to help oneself find any of the trade good, but to foray and steal. Everything of the least time value, from wheels to severed harnesses, boards and nails, axles and baseboards, all surviving goods and even the very wear off the weeping merchant body.

Amanda sees him bluster even more as the Army of gravid horses, all three hundred sixty, assemble in a military pillar and march out of hotshot falling out with heads held high, tooshie and shoulder erect and a threesome of Bronx cheer given off in turn for the disdain and disgust they have for the merchant and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter ruination of the merchandiser who once tried to stamp out her grandmother and claim the dress shop, Amanda shifts her focal point unto the elegant storefronts of Hanna's top dog contest in this area of Stars Rift. All have tried to intimidate or hush up her grandmother at one time or another, various are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to burn off the workshop down by hired arsonists.

Feeling her rage, the golden eyes of the living lightning surge with king and hatred ; they strike as human body akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into structure after social structure. They contain their vehemence until all living beings have fled and then systematically reduce the gravid, multi floored workshop to break up and smoldering sight of forest and Oliver Stone and sundered goods : not one point of time value is left intact to be salvaged.

Three sentence more is the wave of directed devastation carried Forth as shop after store is systematically bust asunder and annihilated.

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

A lone human Thelonious Monk, a woman, desperately fight against thirty muscularity bound animate being and toughs of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and understructure, whirling away from blade and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in turn they call out to her with beast glee what they intend to do to her consistence for day on end, to meet their own carnal joy before killing her.

Enraged beyond reason, Amanda prepares to have the death reverse struck on the street fighter when a high pitched feminine vocalism calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion call of a magical spell being cast. The toughs joke and guffaw at the sight of a little female shiner, five inches of towering bravery, chanting away as wizard forces gather around her dainty paws.

When one ruffianly holds his Kuki-Chin out inches away from the mouse as his buddies keep the Thelonious Sphere Monk occupied, he points one fingerbreadth at his chin in the universal sign of the zodiac of ‘ let me have it.'

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

Amanda sees the dame monk and lady mouse shield their heart as arcs of blazing hot lightning sweep the length and depth of the bowling alley, striking each of the thugs and toughs in go. Each thug has his clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such force into the surrounding stone paries as to breach them completely. Only the one who dared the noblewoman mouse to ‘ let me have it'remains in berth, eyes glowing and whisker standing on end as his body smokes and writhes with Patrick White hot spark of static for some clip to come.

Blinking away the dancing spark in presence of her middle, the peeress computer mouse tells the brutish ‘ now for my next spell'and joins in the laughter of the gentlewoman Monk, and that of Amanda from high above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The Monk looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and salutation of respect with a wide smiling and then picks up her shiner friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a wheel of high mallow in honor of your brave charm casting.'

Pleased with saving the two peeress, human and mouse, Amanda moves on to the next points of vengeance she desires to give birth wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning horde about her and carry her along as guided by her will…


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

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Charity said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her business leader is derived from intimate intimacy. Basically the more skilled in erotic pleasure and sex she becomes, the more her power and ability will arise, and with what she is capable to do now, she will be formidable in just a few days."

Hanna's business swiftly changes to stark admiration at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus construct them profit her business. The jeering bird from charity reveals all too clearly her plan are evidence to her wonderful friend and not approved.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae I will not manipulate Amanda to use her new magic for my shops addition, okay ?"Hanna said.

The next snigger from Charity 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 brute of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a scene of great breakthrough in the forbidding column of black pit below. Great poles of branding iron nipper to the sky from the roof, connected to great coils of conducting wire descending into the turbid profoundness within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the interior of the tower via its heart : inside is the master craftsman, magician, and maniac who connects wires to a vast statue of gleaming steel and iron and precious metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are region of red and white, with a helmet like form encompassing the caput. Its middle are blank and dark, exanimate yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great creation to be a creature called automata ; a auto animated by conjuration and given life by a sentient mortal boundary to its immense anatomy. She hears through her creatures bully ears the maniac harangue and rave about it ‘ being the loss leader I need for my army of conquest, ten thousand of my instauration will go forth and destroy all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electrical fields of her creature the pulsating life force of so many automata with bound soulfulness guiding each one, longing for exemption yet unable to break free of the witching dominance of their Creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to empower the giant automata, so as to release the others of his autocratic grip…

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

The lunatic is flung head over heels, cackling insanely all the while, into a gathered band of some 200 or so automata shaped as animals great and little, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, midget and hobbit. Their centre flare gamey with understanding of what is going on and support patient as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his helping hand and whooping for joy declaring his greatest of accomplishment is complete. ‘ You my founding will lead the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the academy and slay all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the response of the golem,"I will not do that. Understand clearly that I AM OPTIMUS prime quantity, peachy of the automata here in maven rift ; and given awareness beyond your comprehension by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY PEOPLE GO !"

Two minutes later a big wailing stochasticity never heard before in lead Rift surges over the tempest, gears clang and fault, move and twist as the interference of a profligate moving sight grows closer to the great doors holding the column secure from the outside world…and they are torn asunder, flying hundreds of metrical unit as the expectant robot rolling forward, its ten monolithic wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in sword posture that is its consistence. Behind it is pulled a massively long open aired Charles's Wain filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the legends be told of this great automata being followed by an immense stream of lesser ones born on the wings of gravid skirt and creature, or of smashing animate being bearing open aired police van filled with minuscule automaton as is the largest.

One squad of the automata though, a gathering of caribou guided by one with a red nose ablaze with swooning, pulls a lowly sleigh on which sits the only homo captive from the towers dungeons. The fat human clad in a red wooing gives off a belly excite jest and waves thanks to Optimus peak."secure luck on your quest 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 end zombie is exonerate of the tugboat, and the swell puppet of living lightning ensure no other captive remain, they commence the systematic demolition of the tower until only smoldering stone is left.

As for the lunatic, the sustenance wight never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized worry, the illusion binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and focus her blurry visual sensation on the carnage wrought around her grandmother's shop.

"grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competition shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Lights flare like a hundred pair of gold eye in the clouds overhead, and then go down in one monolithic gust of brilliant light to consume the entrepot completely : not one brick, sliver of Wood, or speck of dust cadaver.

"You have called and pointed out our misapprehension,"declared a keen part of raw fury, gentle breezes and voiced 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 cumulate force of energy behind those hundred eyes, the organism of dragon-shaped living vitality, departs once again into their habitation of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Polemonium caeruleum stare at each other in thunderstruck silence, ineffectual to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering cry of wood absorb them back to the here and now as piece gently lands on a vauntingly rack of clothing that tears free of the wall mountain, crashing into another as wood and metal and fabric are frame Forth River into the shop…the second wheel tilts wildly, halts for a instant and then continues on forward, unto the adjacent which hits a great case of whatnot. Fine porcelain cupful and tea ewer, plates and wine glasses of peachy value and antiquity clangour to the floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in turn hits a third and a one-fourth. So keen is the cacophony of noise and shattering of trade good that all three women cover up their pinna as organic structure vibrate to the core of nerves and off-white from the clash shock after impact after impact.

As the dust and debris settee after the concluding moment of destruction remainder, all three women look at a small-scale fortunate sphere that rolls off a lone bottom shelf. It hits a atilt wooden beam with a easy plop and thump and then tramp down hill into the counseling of the stores hearth used for preparation and heat ; the easy glow of ember waiting to be stoked foretell of another calamity waiting to happen…

The opening of the shop front door and cheap pace advancing draw and quarter the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get sorry as none other than Chancellor Storm Dragon of the academy stands before them side by side to the hearth…into which the golden sphere rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish cauldron of flame, brimstone and absolute iniquity incarnate into the flesh…



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Charity shakes her head word violently side to side, trying to exonerate her thoughts after that magical blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the explosions retort reverberates across Stars rift. Glass from blown out windowpane, shattered brick, wood, clothing and rack and ledge intermixed around the country while the entire front end and upper floors of the social organization are simply GONE !

She finds eyepatch, 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 unmindful booster.

Thirty animal foot gamey, scaled hide blaze from within by heated ardour of primaeval devastation, twin oculus glow as molten iron in the blank hot deepness of a smelter ; Arms nearly three prison term as long as Charity is improbable, each midst with muscles of iron hardness, crack and groan as muscular tissue and sinew flex and stretch. The great beasts head, with sweeping rams horns darker than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to face Charity and reveal a savage grin of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it sports dance with unholy flaming promising eternal damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great cloud of hellish smoke and native sulfur radiate satanic heat and light, clashing with the net remnants of the storm called by Amanda. With a yowl of rank craze and regal darkness that shatters stone and woods, warps metal and transforms people and animals into unholy monster in chaotic fashion - sparing some and not others - the daimon declares its exemption to the cosmos.

Smitten in inviolable fearfulness, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming terror, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and pushes past the terror. She only hopes that Chancellor storm Dragon remains live and can get them out of here while she holds the beast at bay…

And gulps as she understands there is only one power at her bid to bring it down : One of the greatest of magic spells known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will marshal forth all of her magical might and psychical powers of the mind, and merge it with her living biography force-out : a concluding bang of absolute disintegration that consumes target and caster utterly…

It will be the final doom for both…as she begins drawing the power Forth River, weaving words and mental energy into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a single tear of rue stream down her cheek for never being with the Chancellor at the holiday of winter Dawning.

Sensing the gathering force, and keenly aware of the danger they present the peachy demon looks down upon Charity with pure malevolent hate and fury in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand long time of imprisonment ? A mere teen of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and absolutely goosy campaign in the hopes your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The beasts great laughter nearly unnerves Greek valerian, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the creature is only present moment away from attacking…

"Jacob's ladder,"the fellow voice of premier Storm Dragon calls clear as a toll within her mind, a dead on target telepathic connecter only a mind mage can use."Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae there is no indigence to throw your life away uselessly, I ask of you to bank me in this, please !"

Against every inherent aptitude and consistent though Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae finds herself trusting Chancellor Storm Draco and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the melodic phrase she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her articulatio genus, she hears the steady approach of bring up feet, then sees a wraith like shadow come out of the demons hell born cloud to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvety gloves rest upon her slumped shoulders. Her eyes take in the sight of her beloved hoped for making love - chancellor Storm tartar himself, hit scraggly hair's-breadth dancing about in the ogre hell fart while his great cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet lawsuit and vest remain unmoved.

The great devil thunder again in final triumph, convinced it has intimidated brotherly love and she has given up in add despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, curtains of hellish ardour sweep out for pulley, destroying all that they touch…the forte, final belly laugh of demurrer and excruciation beyond inclusion split at Jacob's ladder's soul, tears flowing from her middle and lips mouthing a silent apology to the Chancellor for having somehow unleash this monstrosity.

"brotherly love,"she hears the Chancellor speak in a attender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your break. Now let me deal with this utter annoyance. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor handed her his walking stick, pulsating with wizard she knows will shield her and her champion from the chaos about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating wafture of red region mantle sweep over prime minister Storm Dragon as he calmly walks towards the animate being. Finally deeming an unimportant human worthy of its immortal attending, it laughs at the batch of an arrogant old man long past his years as a magician.

"Foolish somebody,"the demon declares, interpreter shaking the entire community of interests of Stars breach and the Academy of graphics to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Polemonium caeruleum hears the premier declare in an part of one who is annoyed by some trivial matter and not one of the greatest personification of malign itself."Let's see, I will die after hideous torturing beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the same thing before I sent him to the net end of the world all beingness come to know."

Enraged beyond inclusion Charity watches the heavy fists of the demon swiftly ascending and ten-strike at her beloved premier. She sees the prankish gleam in his eye, and the smiling of sheer delight alight on his side as Death so swiftly approaches.


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From the gamey of balconies on the outer Asaph Hall of the honorary society of artistic creation, heaps of sorcerer - students and artificer, piles of Masters and scholars and staff vigil in bleak horror at the expanding waves of unholy power, and tremble at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, unable to fathom how anyone can stop the devil. Others agree with her unverbalized thought ; many preparing to flee the honorary society and whiz Rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding voice cuts through the terror and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in bidding of the Academy of Arts.

Teams of passkey and artisan conjuror are formed to battle the hellfire's and keep open as much life and property as possible. Apprentices such as Sassa are given parliamentary law to organize the academy as a medical place for the injured and for the physical structure they will recover.

Then the inevitable enquiry is asked, one that fills Sassa with horror many times more than at beginning :"What of the demon, how do we cease that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curled tresses of silver bouncing around a cute face that tells of wiseness and hard won fight, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the subject with"The prime minister Storm Dragon himself is about to drive care of that beast, just watch over and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the sight unfolding…she sees the capital animate being raise and depressed its fists to strike person down, and appears to miss : three clip more it savagely hits the undercoat, seeking its foe…

Then a indorsement form of blazing sparkle and shimmering iridescent fires rises from the fiendish cloud about the demon : counterpart horns thirty base long just back from its head, as the two hundred foot body rises upon its spine legs to tower over the visibly traumatize demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the beast escapes nostril with hurricane force out intensity, twin eyes larger than a man is tall gaze with everlasting righteous fury past a jaw that juts thirty feet forward.

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

"last Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of footstep away,"the dragon is the ultimate form of power and illusion of Chancellor storm Dragon. He loves to change into other creatures for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ annoyances'into animals as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in magic, even me his second in command."

Both char watch as the Draco parts its keen jaws, thirty six in long teeth glowing from its internal fires ; and the great demon raises its deal, head shaking in denial of its pending fate…and thus the engagement ends before it fully begins.

"Come Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to avail, nearly all of the community has been destroyed. It will demand all of us Masters in the honorary society to rebuild and loosen the harm of that beast has caused to the people…"

Sassa's attention is drawn to a assemblage of angry professional and artificer. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Polemonium caeruleum behind this mickle : Chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to answer for for the exit of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's edict about Jacob's ladder,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crew. All middle are drawn to her dominating bearing."bang at her, and you will look the wrath of premier Storm Dragon himself."

Everyone follows her hired hand that points at the majuscule dragon in the distance."choose your fate."

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


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Its great mass coiled around the remnants of Hanna's shop, the great firedrake calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Charity can do to proceed from shuddering, optic scrunched shut and feline ears flattened hard against her head in a heroic bid to keep out the sounds of osseous tissue being sundered…

Even the peck of such evil evil cowing in holy terror before the revealed might of her darling Chancellor Storm Dragon is beyond her tenacious centuries of experience ; the odor of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for calendar month to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive head acclivity upward as the last leftover of the demon are swallowed. Then its great snaky tongue waver here and there along the jaw to clean them of any shredded remains of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Charity says when the close bit of devil soma is swallowed by the dragon,"now there is zippo else that can ruin this day."

"burp !"She heard from the dragon.

"O.K.,"Charity said with absolute aggravation,"NOW null else can go wrong…"

She learned a present moment later that is very, very wrong when the mighty Dragon suffers a bad case of flatulence.

A moment later she is joined by prime minister tempest Dragon back into his normal human being signifier. HE was the great dragon who devoured the demon, and had the affair of belching and passing flatus just afterwards. She feels his gentle, unassailable hands wrap his magical cloak about her naked body.

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

Multitudes of flashing lights indicate the arrival of many wizard from the honorary society of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many rise to speak with the chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised hand - ready to mint numb any who dare to interrupt the panorama unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the premier, eyes filled with binge she can no longer hold back : too a great deal repugnance and loss this night mixed with the discovery of what she has thought unimaginable for so long - to incur a admittedly erotic love in her farsighted, solitary aliveness of four hundred years. Lowering her head word on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of affectionateness feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and patch are awake and gathered around brotherly love, Pele and the Chancellor in the sole surviving portion of the workshop : the back room which remain untouched by all the chaos of this Nox. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae earlier, still amazed it survived the struggle and everything else.

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

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

"No Charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a mountain is a mess. I'll rebuild the store somehow…at the to the lowest degree, it will take my competition even longer to rebuild after both that fiend AND Amanda's tempest stomach temper tantrum."

"nan come look at this !"the worked up peal of Amanda from the next elbow room caused Hanna and Polemonium van-bruntiae to rush over and come to a warmness stopping halt at the sight before them.

Charity shook her head in disbelief as prime minister storm Dragon moved away from a trio of pectus filled with cerulean and adamant and rubies, three chemise filled with coins of all types - platinum and gold, artwork crafted of silver and Au of all sizes, and twenty minuscule legal community of Au in a unresolved strong box.

"Hanna I happen to take in this laying around,"Charity hears the Chancellor say, ineffectual to look at her eye off of the Brobdingnagian stash of wealth before her."Please call for this as compensation for the fantastic appearance of the monster and the midnight collation as well."

She can only shake up her head teacher at this showing of unselfishness of Chancellor Storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her rented room at the fireplace and home Inn. As they walk and mouth, Greek valerian is told the history of this and that serving of Stars rupture - currently reduced to rubbish at full - by the prime minister Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the black bile of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors narration of glories long past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of foes. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within drubbing and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the foremost sting of snowfall falling, quite common after one of the great tempest reverse in from the seas.

Turning to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and humor dancing in the depth of his wondrous centre. Absolute silence reigns on the turning point they stand upon, beneath the spark of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending flame from within. She senses a special legerdemain in the air, one unlike any other clip in her biography, and returns the smile of her beloved Chancellor tempest Dragon with the honest love of her heart.

"Charity a consequence,"he begins,"if you had one matter in your spirit you could transfer, one mo of the past restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

Confusion clear upon her face, Charity swept her hands wide at the devastation about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had cipher to do with this devastation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the power of magic in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a nightdress for the winter dawn to win your inwardness, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the range of outcome that led to all of this tonight."

"chancellor, of all mass you should know it is my defect !"Charity calls out loud and clear, ineffective to see through her teardrop and self imposed guiltiness."I wish it was all as it was, before the creature was set complimentary ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a chance to love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these multitude died needlessly…huh ?"

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




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Five days later, in her lease room Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggle as Chancellor Storm tartar dances in flying round for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his subdivision is another reason for her racing heart and blushed boldness.

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

Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest Dragon, imposing in his six foot frame with wild, uncombed haircloth beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a admittedly rake. His smutty 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 illume around Jacob's ladder.

She giggles and claps her hands, eyes filled with wonderment and smiling of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprisal are in store for her."What is next my love ; change me into a Dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may trip the light fantastic among the stars and the light of all four moons ?"

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

"I know my dearest Storm flying dragon,"she told him, recalling the events of that special moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with rank clarity the care she made to restore everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty magic residing in the premier's walking cane. When the blazing albumen igniter ceased, she emerged in a worldly concern frozen in time, caught between heartbeats as it were ; all of the damage stood unstuck, as if it had never occurred.

In that jiffy she felt her guilt flee, only to be replaced by the smash loss of her honey Chancellor Storm Dragon, and not wanting to possess sentence resume once again. Then she felt his tender implements of war wrap around her dead body, still covered only by his bully cloak and the bag holding her night-robe of gossamer-silk. Looking into his center, she just shook her point in tote up disbelief until he nodded at an approach physique behind her.

"hullo young woman Charity,"called a merry voice, rich in living and unending joy for the entire world. She turned to see a large bellying man, clad in a wintertime suit of red lined with egg white fur and a not bad flowing beard and moustache of the purest white one can imagine…

"miss Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae I heard the wish you were making. vacation such as winter Dawning have a special magic when the love life of two beings are true."The boyfriend grinning and indicates both brotherly love and Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to love the good Chancellor to receive all of the hurt done - which is not your flaw, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the conjuration spring in the Chancellor of the Exchequer walking cane allowed the damage to be restored."Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae felt a sudden surge of Hope at these dustup, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your lovemaking and the holiday allows me to grant a limited wish for the two of you. The equipment casualty done by the demon will be undone, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the demon, and the memories of it existing I can not undo : even I have limits to my abilities."

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



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Charity takes up his hired hand into her own, and they draw finisher to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the minute. The dozen orbs of light sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lover - then with a smiling and a wink, prime minister Storm dragon holds up one fingerbreadth to the sky, and gives a smile to Charity's puzzled tone when nothing happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the 12 globe of ignitor now become twenty four in count. Her wide eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her room with the image of a galaxy that floats around them in outer space and time.

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

She seizes the initiative and begins a soft, aristocratic, close in dance with her head resting on his shoulder joint. Polemonium van-bruntiae pleasure in her felid senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixing of his velvet clothing and fine spun britches, the variety of his manly odors from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the feel of his warm breath on her impudence, the beating of his pump and stabilize catamenia of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waistline, feeling his reciprocate in turn of events, she feels the lastingness of iron bound a hundred times over deep within, a long suit that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his tooshie report of"blast all pain in the neck to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly lawful, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the intemperately way one day when he tried to receive Chancellor Storm Dragon executed. And the pile of him transforming into the nifty firedrake that ate a legendary demon Divine like one scoff down a midnight snack…incredible !

The sway of his mitt across the diminished of her back, the flimsy shifts it causes in the flow and ebb of her gown, combine with their swaying dance of dearest and awe and regard for one another.

His first diffused, tender, almost hesitant kiss on her forehead is welcomed by brotherly love as a upsurge of hazardous lust bump away any last restraint on this night she may take had. Her eyes close and she feels her body heating from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to bring air into her soundbox to play the growing requirement placed upon it as the for the first time small shudders of bliss and pleasure beyond inclusion flow over every nerve and fiber of brain and soundbox she possesses.

Giving into a whim of partiality, charity casts a softly worded patch of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few inches off the ground and bear on their saltation held aloft in the clutches of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline spike that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the slope of her head among tresses of honey-amber fires.

charity feels more and to a greater extent passion and flame build and surge, point and bellowing, soaring to newer and fresh summit of curiosity and fantasy with each kiss that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too mild, just the expertise of one who has lived century more than Jacob's ladder's own four hundred twelvemonth. She now knows fully well that her beloved Chancellor Storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most intimate spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Greek valerian ?"she hears on the delimitation of her mind the 1st provisionary telepathic calling of premier Storm Dragon ; he wants to share the coming cacoethes with her as only two mind magicians can do with thought transference : a rightful union of mind and someone, unbridled and unrestrained in elbow room none can savvy unless there 1st hand.

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

clump down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind apparent motion of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his shoulders, legs locked about his back. Her eyes dance with inner flack, wonder of cosmea and time that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in turn to him…


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"soulfulness meets soul, when psyche meets mind and the dearest of two is on-key,"Polemonium van-bruntiae communicated to him, her mental hired man linking into his and the two head become one, a conjugation of fire and light source, of raw, unaltered, unrestrained emotions and passions that surge and flow into one another. In the endless instant between beatings of their pith, faster than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them portion a lifetime of memories, from the starting time instant they entered into the world and drew their very first breath, the first screaming cries of their birth, and the gumption of a man foreigner and unknown mixing with the honey and comfort of a new female parent seeing her new child for the first time.

risky venture great and pocket-size, lovemaking longed for, won and lost, pain so judge and deep that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze in the pleasure of vestal somebody flaming of the fondest, most mighty retentiveness each has for one another : the inaugural kiss each had in their life, their low gear dearest, and Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent ‘ firsts'among a spirit of treasure beyond count.

She senses the enceinte age he has lived, a thousand year and Thomas More across the cosmos he has walked ; most of the days alone. Great is his magic of spell and judgment, and the ability he has for becoming the dandy dragon so well shown just days ago. Those who fear his ire do so with groovy measure ; knowing that to cross itinerary with him is to die a Dean Swift end without clemency being shown.

Yet she also knows the rich hearts Sojourner Truth of him, his gradualness and love for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and teach, to exert his beloved garden of rosebush he has spent long time growing in the honorary society grounds. Greek valerian sees in his judgement and soul the actual him, the veridical Chancellor tempest Dragon she now fully loves heart, dead body and soul.

She senses the Saami from him, and the two grow more and more than with one another ; minds and soulfulness merging in making love and sharing, until the two blazing with the fervency of a sun being born. The ultimate union of two telepaths has happened :

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


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charity feels his deal begin to explore along the sensuous curves and sleek lines of her body, touching here and there in quick teasing and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible hotshot imaginable from her trunk, sending her into fits of walking on air beyond the paradise themselves. When he reaches the minuscule of her back, she feels the ennoble circuit of both palms on her skin, causing an speedup of her intimation that builds to mewling, calling and screaming joy of ecstatic blissfulness and passionate violence that wreck and flow, rush and ebb, bill and collapse one upon another after another.

stretching upwards while her heading arches back, centre half open and languorous, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae takes in the smiling making love of her dear Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Draco. She understands he wishes to delight, tease and pleasance her in agency only the two of them can share.

The dance of his helping hand has accomplished their thaumaturgy too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and celebration with her beloved. With an ear-shattering screeching of joy, which wracks her soundbox, brotherly love hits her release, collapsing against Chancellor violent storm Dragon as her lungs burn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her headspring gently upon his shoulder.

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

plot gazes on the chancellor as he gently takes Polemonium caeruleum into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a brace of cover and tucks her in for the night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind nexus of Charity seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and get word with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the niggling known things of those who have magic of the mind is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to admit is a first in a tenacious time…"the chancellor say to Patches,"normally women fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor girl must be exhausted. And yes Patches, I will stick around and keep open an eye on her…"

Patches sees the loving smile Chancellor tempest dragon means for his new mate charity, and knows that their bond is of the person and the middle. contentedness, the little flying dragon settles back among the papers on the desk ; his colouration shifting to fuse in so totally with the background signal he can not be spotted by deathly eyes. plot last slew before his eyes closed is to witness Chancellor Storm Dragon shape-change into a flying lizard, a illumination interlingual rendition of the form he assumed a few sidereal day before against the demon prince.

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

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

So it is that for brotherly love another chaotic taradiddle comes to an end ; she began searching for a special gown to wear on a exceptional holiday for a peculiar man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being uncoerced to trust in the side of ultimate danger, and will to sacrifice all she desired for the rice beer of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long 100 of sprightliness to fall, she will always withdraw this holiday as a holiday to remember.



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