Among the greater cosmos are untold numeral of dimensions, human race, stars and refinement ; a thousand thousands of beings wander the secret path and course that link them - merchants, bomber and villains, explorers and explicators, keepers of arcanum and those who uncover the same. All are known regardless of their species and origin by a collective name : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these ways and paths converge, communities arise, each as unequaled as the beings who dwell there ; the community of champion severance is no exception. It notorious above all others as a place of commerce and of hedonism run rearing ; with almost no constraint on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

People of many species, worlds, trades and the like are to be found. Ten times as many pot being forged and ten more clip the same of betrayals, plot, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of wildness and pure mayhem waiting the barest Muriel Sarah Spark of fire to heat, order does exist…for one sole reason…

The academy of the Arts, its sweeping building over three knot on a side of meat and reaching hundred of storey into the sky, dominates the entire peck of star topology severance. Famed for its libraries, museums, halls upon unending halls of gem and art beyond imaginativeness, they produce the fine of diplomats, scholarly person, teachers and magicians.

In the end, it is these conjurer, headed by the greatest of all, premier violent storm Dragon, who keep the Chaos of asterisk Rift in relative order. The convention for those seeking to advance schedule and plans in the community are very simple, do extreme point care, for when some stranger line is crossed you will front the Academies magicians, and be warned once…after that is compact annihilation.

Today, the habitant of Stars Rift attention not about the academy, while battles or the impendent annihilation of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first off grumble of a storm rolling in from the keen Garnet Sea. Great clouds race in from the horizon, clawing in great tower for the sky while building ever mysterious in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these groovy storm, claiming that there is a guiding sentience to them ; as many have seen in their depth of black curing of golden centre 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 outset deep and echoing calls of roaring auditory sensation, the clarion call that the time of year of tempest is beginning, all who still are out on the give streets scramble for any tax shelter they can find. teamster shout and curse at their draft beast, desperate to get their wagons of commodity and consignment under top, all the while the hired precaution around them watch for any would-be stealer bent on making a loyal bit of the same goods.

merchandiser whose shop are not fronted by the great, arching covered walkways of the market place quarter close up, bolting windows and doorway, hoping that when the tempest ends, the shop will be integral and byplay can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the residential area, the Cat-girl known as Polemonium caeruleum ( and by a few thousand other, less alternative or proper insulting names ), the storm takes second place next to the selection of the right gown for a most special vacation coming up in five to a greater extent days.

All she wants is enough time to choose her gown. And not have anything else go ill-timed, 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 great shudder, and dead on target danger…and chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like charity can understand.


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Charity, thaumaturgist and practitioner of the rare mental deception known as psionic's, scholar and venturer among the cosmos at large, not to mention being - in her own words -"the cutest cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing violent storm outside of Hanna's Finest of way, just a diminished trivial dress shop near the open fireplace and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent occupier.

She stands before a full-of-the-moon length mirror and ponders the sight shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire hues filled with life and untamable furiousness. cold-shoulder lentigo adorn her diffused cheeks and accentuate her perky small nose. Her OK feline auricle swish back and forth as of their own violation, drawn by the weak of audio. Right now they alternate between flaring 2-dimensional backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity puff, and puffs, and puffs yet again, in vain to make a motion an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.

Her lithe build flows and dances about as she struggles with ever growing foiling to put the offending bit of haircloth back in berth. So big is the effort she finally engages in a arrant twirl that sends her crashing onto the floor in a heap of female felid fury.

She adjusts the skirt of the gown she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unverbalised dubiousness Charity answers to be rid of these useless hens."lady as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her branch across-the-board and curtsey to them,"but no nates green to them, mine got lost long ago in a magic spell battle."

Her tuneful laugh carries far as the peeress rush off having been exhaustively embarrassed.

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

The traditional first day of the trade wind time of year, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme with cipher but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any volition partner of all sexuality and coinage. There are no barrier of class, culture, social standing or mob family relationship restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the hedonistic delight seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming vacation Greek valerian is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose heart she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing blush flowing over her face, neck opening and even up over her ears : clear sign of sheer embarrassment. Her friend and owner of this little dress shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Jacob's ladder's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feel on her lithe feminine feline form ; her patience finally runs out after a few more minutes, and asks Hanna to go and get some stifle high, white furred kicking Polemonium caeruleum had seen up on the second floor earlier today.

Standing atop a small footstep stool, brotherly love shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the fine silken nightgown of deep sea Green River and blues, embossed with favourable dragons swirling around her pelvis, torso and breasts, fit. The sleeveless and strapless surgical gown hugs each sensuous curve and feature on her body, while the skirt flows around her peg like water in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

putting hands to hips, she looks in the mirror and gives an arch grin filled with unadulterated mischief.

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both arms high into the air and straining the surgical gown material to the near breaking point. She slowly turns in a half Mexican valium to face the shopfront window and all of the passing ft traffic.

deflexion slightly backwards, the gown puppy love against her breasts, revealing all of their shroud wonderment to some carpenters passing along. Charity grinning at each of them in bit, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to trip the light fantastic and flutter about as a mystic butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more clock time she does this in fast rescript, shifting her weaponry and body to foresee balance the movement with an ease belying the iron field of study and potency possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a lust filled, coyish wink while his eyes remain locked upon her cover up breast ; and in a here and now of pure shenanigan, teases the edge of the cloth up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of light and shadow always at play. Then shakes her psyche as the carpenter shot into a porch support post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a sawbuck public treasury.

Her disbelief grows when a rushing wagon throws a steering wheel in its drovers haste to beat the tempest to shelter. The four horse pulling it tear free of their harnesses, racing off with gaga laughter on the wind as the drover dives unclouded of the collapsing wagon : the cargo of which is a load of manure that shall never hand its final finish this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse trough, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so ripe to the public around him. So strong is the musical olfactory sensation of his, that all of the green plant animation for thirty base suddenly grows in a overplus of surging life, sprouting leave of absence, bloom and new yield and semen for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her tacit saltation of seduction, charity's physical structure flows in one amazing move after another : graceful leaps and turns, short-change twirl followed by sweeping kicks and twirls. She knows there is one former watching her at the sentence - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Jacob's ladder also knows the truth of what is behind that glimmer in Amanda's optic ; a longing and hope that the girl has not yet found the courage to recognise she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick wink that sends the girl into a rush of flustered quiver and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, Greek valerian raises the other high overhead with digit spread unto the empyrean. Her headway leans back as she arches her belly forward until she achieves a small crescent shape ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eye and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the go out foot into her result hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third base time before leaping high into the air.

Her descent is a paragon of motion and feline Grace, landing so lightly on the step crapper not even a mote of dust is to be observed. For many minutes Charity motility but slowly, calmly, with her centre closing and pinna flavourless on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex pattern of swirls, circles, abruptly and long gripe of her legs and motility with her weaponry to balance her motion.

Yet no topic how she moves or the frequenter of the storehouse watching the dancing cat-girl seek to incur her most intimate of areas under that flowing skirt, they do not succeed. She is in complete restraint over her body and that of the nightie, never allowing the sheer cloth to show off more than she desires to have shown.


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poor people Lester Willis Young Amanda can not keep her focus, torn between the dance of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, and that of the bunch gather outside the workshop display windowpane. So many mass wanting a glimpse of a passe-partout of the dance at play, they do hope for more to depict of Charity - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday suit to the world.

Amanda has an Epiphany of Our Lord and quickly goes to the front door. She allows a limited number of mass in for a base fee and the flat promise they keep quiet at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their peeress companions or mate.




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As formidable as Charity is with wizard spells, she is more so with the rare conjuration of the judgement. As her dance haulage her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the well of psychic energy deep in her being. This energy she uses to rig the very atom of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to flux in new path and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the soft gasps of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber tomentum flow a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million billion of ball field with a k thousands of precious gemstone interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

pulling her limb in tight to her chest of drawers, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought alone the motes of light to dislodge and spin with her. people of color flare and reposition, saltation and intertwine, one with another in an perpetual curtain of opaline fires. She even keeps her focusing when, contrary to the pledge given to Amanda, the gentlemen in the crew begin to publish lust filled calls and demands for all clothing on Polemonium caeruleum to amount off.


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Amanda watches Greek valerian 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 ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired club, a terms is reached and sealed with a handclasp and counterpart wicked grins of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the backrest rooms to recover the assay item.

Quickly returning with said point, she hands it over to the scorned lady, who hands over the agreed to sum of coins. She watches with some gratification as the fate of the clueless, offending gentleman companion unfolds before her eyes.


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At long last Polemonium van-bruntiae comes to a stop with a flash of the melodramatic - arms cast richly overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smile on her face. That smile turned into a coy grin as her hair flopped over her face and ear, and the gown surrendered to gravitational force in one mighty rush ; drawing many loud clack and enthral pennywhistle at the sight of her bared breast, honed abdomen and the silken unmentionable being worn.

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

Her gaze extends to one niche of the conglomerate mass of howling men. She sees the freeze off ma'am's steady approach onto her clueless man fellow traveller. Charity softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another one shot of lust burning and lustfulness crazed frenzy, as they call for the appearance to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a mitt or early body parts as required for her performances…'

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

"Ah come on already,"the Edward Young gentleman who has so insulted his associate says with derision,"I can do as I please, my beginner is one of the most hefty of merchant 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 nanna Hanna, watch with drear humor as the now assaulted man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pathetic sounding clucks. The sheer pain in the ass surging into his brainiac from the stifling of his chestnuts with an branding iron poker becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the storey.

Two of the men turn from Charity's scolding, looking at the man on the storey with clear pain in the neck at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their dame companion about the man and meet a merged pollex down from all the adult female, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing feeling, one man near the front threshold silently holds it open. The two gentleman take up their broken companion up in their arms, and summarily toss him into the streets. The maimed, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short aloofness to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously smelly variety of manure and water system.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very tempestuous, the gelded man stumble into the street where he is instantly assailed by cascading rains and chilled wind instrument which tear off away all of his clothing until only his natal day courting remains ...

He makes it to the far face of the street, only to be summarily hit with a triple of lightning bolts from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of frenzied goats stampede over his dead body, leaving an interminable series of cleave hoof prints upon his spine. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop, and collapses against the wall gasping for breathe…until a pack of 100 mongrel cur come along and, in bit, christen him in the usual personal manner of such mutts.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from charity and unto the scorned dame. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ pick up hears,'and a daily round of clapping, before giving their undivided attention to their distaff companion. couple by distich, they bow to Greek valerian, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine show and then deviate on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the coalesce chuckle and melodic giggles of her grannie and Charity from the blushing alarm of the young miss. All of her days of being taught proper decorum, mannerism, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper offspring madam who will inherit a wonderful shop class must know,'never prepared her for such a display of sociable interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Charity, who catches it with a refined jump off upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No matter how many times she sees it in person, Hanna just can not accept individual as wild and topsy-turvydom followed as Polemonium caeruleum can command such grace and ability.

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

"Charity you're proficient for business whenever you do these little shows. In the side by side week or two my business will double or treble and I will need to hire another seamstress or two just to go on up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Charity's longing gaze to the ultimate prize of her store : a rarified gown made of vapourous silk - said to be the stuff of dreams and butterflies breathe mixed with the first gear sound of a blossoming flower in spring.

"Gossamer silk,"brotherly love says as she watches the ever changing weave of coloration, rule and flowing picture that emerge and slicing on the surfaces. At one stop, the magic woven into the fabric display twin set of great flying lizard at play, hopping from cloud to cloud so far above the earth.

"love girl if you…"Hanna began until Charity's upheld hired man stops her in mid sentence.

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

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, crackers, cheese and a Host of other toppings to nosh upon. She loves to discover the eternal tales of Polemonium van-bruntiae's risky venture, seeking magic and lost lore, artifacts of Brobdingnagian power and of dangerous lusus naturae from exotic seat ‘ over the Hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Polemonium caeruleum to no end with inquiry after question, especially about the swirling Inner Light that came near the end of her dancing !

"I have to learn how you did that Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae ! Please can you instruct it to me ? Please ?"Amanda begged of Charity.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae explained to Amanda that some magic can be taught ( such as that of magical trance ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the trick of the nous ) ; the latter intellect thaumaturgy she avoids going into detail about, as few in the region of mavin Rift suspect she has such abilities.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is demonstrate, one who is in all expression the be of Charity in magical spells and the magic of the mind…Patches, the belittled dragon companion of Charity for most of her four centuries of joyfully chaotic life. All three women look to the leave tray of collation and see piece, whom is slightly longer than a human forearm, finishing off the close of the tea. He turns and waves a fooling ‘ adieu'before fading from view.

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

Admitting defeat, Polemonium van-bruntiae storms back to her chair and sits down upon it concentrated, propping both of her foot on another and fuming in silent fury. All that she wants is to find a surgical gown for the coming holiday, and then to revel winter Dawning.

"Charity my dear girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't terror it's already been checked out long ago by another magician and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some sort of fireworks powder, though the spirit he summoned to support this called the stuff ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go bod ?"


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

Hanna family in for the kill when Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's bloom and alarm seed in entire measure."Oh ho, so that's it. in force old shirt and britches not beneficial enough now ? Sounds like someone has caught your fancy after all, or more like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm dragon, the mind of the Academy of the Arts ? masses say you and him have been expenditure meter together lately…"

"wellspring,"Charity began,"he has promised to air me some letters to the workshop today. It's the light way to come up me…I go through so many clothing with the Chaos I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the pupil I know there is on messenger duty and should be by at any time…"

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

charity takes the moment she has to act out a plan to keep Hanna and Amanda off sentry duty and out of her beloved living. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the prime minister storm Draco over the last few weeks.

It is true that Chancellor Storm flying 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 dissimilar guise - once a genii, or a great shuttle that flew in via the doorway before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a affluent prince of a far off kingdom. The time he tried to fly in on a sorcerous rug caused no end of topsy-turvyness when the Inn's door was destroyed upon discovery that it was too narrow to permit the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each meeting - a record book of traditional knowledge or chronicle, of nestling magical patch once ( fit for a journeyman magician and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half dozen magical verge made by him that pulsated with sleeping power deep in their carve wooden forms. More of import, as they talked about pocket-size thing in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the butt ‘ instantly blast you to dust'man of his most fearful reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very distinct, well mannered, well connected merchants and dealers in wizard curios to meet with Polemonium van-bruntiae. In this manner, she has begun to craft magical delicacy, dim-witted trinkets really, along with some true items of index - such as baton and magical magical spell, which have dramatically increased the funds 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 ambition, hopes and desires commingle and waver about hearsay of her and the Chancellor. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a time from others. The one thing she can not run from is the care she will never win his love in the end, that fate will doom her efforts to failure one More time in her long, lonely life.

"charity my dear lady friend, a question, or if you will, a business offering,"asked Hanna, her mannerism suddenly becoming very life-threatening.

Charity nodded for Hanna to go forward, wondering what military unit of chaos and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ topsy-turvydom and carnage'are all too often the net termination of any business organization offers she gets swept up in during her centuries of life.

Drawing her branch up under herself, Polemonium van-bruntiae patiently waited for Hanna to gather her thoughts. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not take Charity long to realize what the ‘ commercial enterprise offer'would be about : the first mating of Amanda with another someone. In Stars Rift, this is not an unusual custom, where a guardian or parent arranges such thing ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Charity has participated in more than once, usually to assure the snag gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the untested lady she received a flavor of fiery indignation in reception."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about women ; so I am wondering, as winter Dawning is nearly at hired man and to take part she must be mated, if you would help out."

Amanda blushed from read/write head to toe as she looked down to the solid ground, scraping her toes on the floor while her eyes fell upon Jacob's ladder to see her reception."Uh young woman Charity I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"commodity, and so that we have a deal, name your price Charity, if it's in my exponent to give you have it…"her heart skipped a beat when she followed Charity's gaze over to the scrubs and vest of gossamer silk. The diffuse fabric shimmering in the get off playing across it captivated all three woman for a short time.

"Fair enough, deal for deal."Hanna clasped Charity's hand and explained that Amanda's room is in the back of the building. This drew a stream melodic giggles from Jacob's ladder as the girlfriend understood that the ‘ big event'is about to bechance. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

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

From high above in the workshop rafters, piece warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic substance : Do not worry, I will not allow anything to bump to the shop while other matters are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will rue it for the suddenly remainder of their miserable and misbegot lives.

Hanna looks up at piece on his lofty perch in the rafter, then to charity who looks back over her shoulder joint with a smiling and a nod about speckle promise. Hanna is convinced that Charity ‘ heard'the telepathic substance given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weight of her late speech, all she wants powerful now is to be rid of the last bundle and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined thoughts, counting that she is a messenger, contrabandist, educatee to Headmistress Pele and minor prestidigitator as the best of destiny to hap in the 18 years she has lived.

"Next time,"she whisper to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for More deliveries than anyone else near the holiday of Winters daybreak. I wish I could dump this bag into a dump or some blaze away fire of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a rein in bag on the outside, is a true up creation of magic. It is able of holding in its depths many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a thousand letter of the alphabet, endowment, salutation and the like for the guests of the honorary society's Masters and Journeymen.

At to the lowest degree, as she approaches her future terminus - Hanna's workshop, the bully tempest has stopped for a time.

4 blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one more encumbrance : a bundle of letters handed to her by the head of the Academy himself : Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest flying dragon.

He had given very explicit operating instructions on where to deliver them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ love pastime'Greek valerian the cat-girl. She had to iterate the verbal content over and over until she could reprize the identical inflection and tincture of Chancellor Storm Dragon down to the infinitesimal of details. Her instructor, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her interpreting, indicating one more mysterious test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened future surprised her…

Chancellor storm Dragon commenced to frame a series of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how grievous the job has become for Sassa. And such trick, cellblock that would absorb fire, dose, lightning, dusty and crushing forces of wizard spells ; one that made her peel as hard as stone, and another that allows the salutary prime minister to hound Sassa's every bowel movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spells are redoubtable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all costs avoid any turn struggle if you can. Use the good weapon system you have, your mind, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of consternation when, following a large suspiration from the premier, he said to no one in particular,"trouble and pandemonium menses around Jacob's ladder like piss around a John Rock in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's dress shop, Sassa finally understood why Charity brings Hanna so much byplay. It's not for the raw of fashions or the ilk ; its to replace all the habiliment she loses in one hole after another in a life of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An precipitous caterwaul of booms, clap, thundering retorts, keening wails and trice from thunderbolt of white hut lightning dance down the street. As new of a student as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately companion with the sounds of a monolithic spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening riot of surprise grows many folds louder as a horde of green beams of wizardly vitality arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a collected isthmus of paired-up men and cleaning lady, all of Sassa's age or slightly sr.. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the pauperism and way of proper etiquette and diplomacy around the community of interests at large.

Sassa's nerve skips a beat as another green beam of witching havoc bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

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

Sassa just shakes her fountainhead as many of the young men use their female person fellow traveller as living buckler from the next barrage of green magical beam of light. Instantly five char, each hit by one beam of magic, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five ladies join the older man berating the young men as Noel Coward, idiot, charlatan, and other parole that made buckets of water nearby curdle and ripple away in frothing swarm of steam…


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Hanna pulled a president along Amanda's bed, determined to see the entire event of her advent of age pairing carried out. She remembers with some fondness the first clip she ever had been touched just so by a fair sex, the loving caresses and gentle, tender pressing of lips to soft and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her cheeks flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Greek valerian who had begun to undo the sash about her robe. With a winking and a coy smiling at Amanda, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the dance of lights and phantasma to play across her physical structure in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering illumination of an oil lantern.

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


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Sassa dares a quick glance down the street to where the wizardly effect originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with mitt and headland and bodies ; while casting off magical turn after spell without business organisation for anyone about them. Blast after shocking, roaring blast of supernatural forces clangoring and counterpunch clangour, until finally one of the bear's scores rest home on its opponent…

roar in pain and overplus, the tagged bear flees with all due precipitation down the street to the hand clapping of the gathered crowds. Sassa bloom as she realized that she, a messenger from the Academy, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the remainder of the crowd !

"wellspring, it is a one of a kind issue,"she said to no one in especial, though all would agree. Many will remark in Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to derive about the hatful of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the area. Less obvious is the gathering tempest high overhead, still and black as clouds build and surge with writhing power, glowing center wait and watch, patiently calling to she who is to wake and loose their might.



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Charity complimented Amanda on having such fine chest and indulgent, freckled, neatly tanned hide. Silken chocolate-brown hair enfolded about Amanda's face as her aquamarine eyes shifted between Greek valerian and the floor ; she had both of her work force on the small of her back, fingerbreadth twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be passion she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Greek valerian's bare soundbox, drinking in her full womanly felid build. Muscles honed to near perfection, the refined breaking ball of her body and muscled abdomen. Then she did a bivalent take, focusing upon the most distinctive of markings - uncommon even of cat-folks - Charity has on her consistency.

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

Amanda's curio finally gets the right of her. She reached her hands out to feel those marks, hesitating as Polemonium van-bruntiae gives off a series of soft giggles. With a magnanimous gulp, Amanda continued to delineate each banding, following it over the smooth skin of her soon to be checkmate ; muscles twitch and flinch as Jacob's ladder struggles to choke another series of giggles that threaten to abound Forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own volition, her finger work their way up towards brotherly love's boob. Both of the ink-brush-like marks that encompass the lentiginous heap of ultimate joy and motherly affection keep Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such scoring.

Both of Greek valerian's tit stand swollen from the building high temperature deep in her body, a hotness Amanda flavor when she places her ribbon on the midriff eyeshade of the"W"traffic pattern. She feels the pulsating of Polemonium van-bruntiae's heart, the heating that flows and ebb out moment by moment, and the quickening of Charities breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Polemonium caeruleum places them upon her own boob, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming flush surging all over Amanda's cheeks and dead body radiates out to encompass Charity, charging her skin and sentiency with an electrifying tingle ; the wise scent of a coming violent storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life raw, raving mad, gratuitous and wild unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that unlike from human women Amanda,"Charity tenderly explains,"It's just that our Passion of Christ are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so come over to me and we can get down. Don't trouble, not a thing will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed pay"battle now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her barricade bottom bouncing in rhythm with her bosom, over to a small gathering of char with cowl robes. Sassa tries to read their lips, and concludes some kind of sale is going on. She smiles when the final examination term are made…

In Sceloporus occidentalis order the cowardly young men are trussed up by the unusual women to their lowly wagon filled with an small atomic number 26 forge heated with glowing coal. The ladies and the older gentleman, all the remaining Brigham Young men have fled for their aliveness, watch as the hooded char. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned babe seeking Settlement."

She shook her head in bemusement at the fate due to these five offspring men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie high in the air. One of the Sisters calls out to the gathered crowds to see the ‘ display of display concerning why men should fear a womanhood scorned…"

quintuplet of the Sisters pluck glowing branding irons from among the heat up ember, metal furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be Lady,"the eldest of the babe asks of the cleaning lady around the onetime gentleman's gentleman."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a lady and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie great mullein ’, and applied with the care of a professional hurting giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to play along the quondam gentleman back to his household and savor a few daylight of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress shop class now that the show is over. The sister are on their way nursing home with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a life history of cloud nine filled intimate slavery.

The tempest command processing overhead builds ever more in power, becoming a caldron of pulsating power many sense with disquiet and trepidation.

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


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Charity watches with keen stake every flustering gush, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as finger continue to research the human lasses body. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and intoxicating swirling of olfactory property given off by the daughter ; from the moist and stir up exhalations to the sweetened remnant of the lilac and jasmine soap she used in her concluding bath. Even the o.k. of cocoa éclairs that she loves to have, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Polemonium van-bruntiae's mind, while her sensitive earreach picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shift of one foot to another as a girl soon to be a woman is anxious, hesitant and longing for More wrapped in one. The faint finger strokes and caresses that Amanda does on Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's back register as a mouse's step to an owl in a far off shoetree.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the female child bushed on in the middle,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare magic of the idea that I command. I can use it to bail us together on a mental and emotional level ; you will be capable to find and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the Lapplander with you. It will take away most of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and provide you to eff 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 tawdry and authorise as Amanda accepts Charity's offer. She just shakes her point at the talent Jacob's ladder is willing to share with the girl, to be intimate on such a level, of nous and organic structure, sharing and partaking in the ultimate degree of carnal bliss beyond measure !

Placing one bridge player to Amanda's brow, brotherly love gently focuses her will and combine her thought and judgment with the flow, churning, angry figure and spate of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lustfulness and trepidation, of desire and abnegation, of fear and chance at play within the young girl.

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

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

"Okay,"Polemonium van-bruntiae 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 creative thinker flow naturally, emotions and logic speak their own linguistic process this way. Most of what you will feel is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"charity continued,"time will menstruate differently for us on the genial level ; you will find the physical pleasures of your body and the emotional surges as traffic pattern and concept only pure thought can channel ; call it a form of soul touching soul. Let me run you…"

Amanda's eye flared wide opened as the visible horizon of her judgement suddenly opened unto new vista. For the number one prison term she feels and senses the world from Jacob's ladder's vista : scents of a yard kinds swirl and mix in a motley that is biography being lived, sounds of all sort - many beyond the ken of human hearing - flow and shift as Charity's ears flick one way and another instinctively to assort each one. She feels the whipping of her substance, the fiery flowing of her pedigree as warmth build eminent and higher in the anticipation of sexual bliss to come.

From top to fathom of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's physical being, she senses the truth of the iron discipline and strength within her ; complete and completely, and yet one who is idle and unbound, yielding to ascertain as she determines, a look that will not be tamed save by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae perceives Amanda's world in all the five signified, plus that of her intellection in a flare pass of brightness level and colors, blazing passions and cold, chip logic all merging into a judicious cornucopia of wonder and creation waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming endorsement by second that passes.

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

Amanda shakes that thought of ‘ awakened'out of her idea, and tries to pore on being with brotherly love. Her emotions gradually become more focused under the brace mental hands of Charity, who guides her in keeping a truelove centering on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you desire to do first : me doing your woman or you tasting me ?"Charity asks and feels a spate of power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few multiplication in the by but can not send it just now. She just assumes it's the utmost bits of nervousness before her first gear conjugation of cleaning woman with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something outburst through with posture so barbaric and raw, blazing hot passions of a hundred sensation being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her somebody and mind. Power and potential beyond anything she has seen before echoes into Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's psyche through the mental Julian Bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred part of a thousand scag and a million soft hint imploring for the girlfriend to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing sensations that she is startled when the first awkward, blue-blooded and tender waver of Amanda's clapper stream over the knocked out depths of her muliebrity. She feels Amanda reveling in the new ace of womanly soma, the delightful grain and scents and penchant ; each one surges from the young lady as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling clouds, growing Thomas More and more as she finds each tender maculation to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A glint here, a contact there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by spot by Amanda's ministrations causes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's centre to all but mark over and her mouth to crumple so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her body in torrential cascades of delight. Holding her bridge player on Amanda's shoulder joint for stability, and even as the young lady shifts slightly to pay off while on her knee, the raging infernal region of ecstatic cloud nine ravages each and every fibre of Charity's torso from headspring to toe and back again.

The two fair sex share a universe that shifts from moment to moment ; a limitless show of diamonds ablaze with a million creation dancing with biography and love, a million zillion suns igniting and calling to the empyrean in lust bearing form and cerebration. The raw index of the violent storm sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as immense swarm that tower to the welkin and bear terrible wrath ; and the gentle rain that sweeps the spring meadows richly in the mountains are shared between them.

Her breather quickens to approach red hot as her consistency blazes like a 1000 forges within a iron metalworks ; brawniness tense and turn, her back flexing forward as charity feels Amanda's hands secure holds along her crushed back, the fingertips stroking spots just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming tempest then doubles, triples and quadruple into her mind.

Charity feels the delight and awe and curiosity of Amanda as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's pleasure of the pulp rate of flow into the missy mind. replication of egg white hot bliss and crying delectation reach from soul to soul, joining with the hundred voices of a thousand thunders from close by - voices that cry for the one to ‘ wake'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her lips as a final, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasure surges from the deepest wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand prison term over, like the nascence of a million zillion of suns born in a cosmic riot of incandescent nascency pronounced to the existence at large…

Only for Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae the birth is a monolithic, long, gimcrack and all encompassing wild screaming of delight that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her dismissal, its all Charity can do to keep standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her arms for giving her the wildest climax in some time.

She hears the peal of a hundred voices of a thousand 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 power is in Amanda, and wonder what topsy-turvyness is about to amount when the girl does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing tempest now gathering in might and ferocity over the community, determined to eat up the day's responsibility. Lightning split second one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her consistence, dame flowing in the breaking wind, she enacts a simple spell to ward off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's set shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call off her new and almost strange friend"Miss."She and brotherly love have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the reduce crusade of the ‘ former'scholarly person - i.e."male"students - to molest Charity for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ overnice jackpot cat'while patting her on the capitulum in a mocking tone…

Even the memory of the sheer vehemence radiating from Jacob's ladder's sapphire-emerald centre causes Sassa to stimulate and shutter. All twenty of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Polemonium caeruleum to the gamey region of the polar ice large number. Over the next minute, they were rescued by a kind captain and his Journeymen by teleporting them home one by one…the mess of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering joke from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in light source of what had been done to Charity. So in due process, Charity has gained the support of many academy female person students, and the care and forced respect of the Male students…

Though the latter may also be due to the decree of Chancellor violent storm Dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Polemonium van-bruntiae after this deals with me !"One master copy of the academy, Fox boxing glove by figure, dared to disagree with the respectable Chancellor for a few moments…

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

"Hopefully ‘ Miss brotherly love'will wish 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 verge, she does not have intercourse a day of the month with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's smile widened as she observes Charity whisper something into Amanda's spike. Whatever has been said has an prompt effect on the miss, as Amanda giggled and gave a grin filled nod of her point as script swept up both of Charity's into their grasp. In turn, the girl placed Polemonium van-bruntiae's work force on her with child white meat, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the first gentle caresses and teasing strokes on nipples engorged and longing to be pleasured.

Three great chill wrack Amanda's body when Charity's lips and tongue gently probe and joy each one in turn, back and Forth River for many minutes as the missy body all but blazes with sensuality induced high temperature cognate to the howling fire of a stars surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and born-again sentence after time after time.

Hanna sees Polemonium caeruleum coy facial expression as she gazes into Amanda's peacock blue middle, and nods at the feathered bed ; when both are upon it, Charity quietly directs her to"lie down and enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her nan who nods in reenforcement, wondering at the impression and passions being shared by the two cleaning woman on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the second has finally arrived for her beginning mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw fire lust within Charity, primal and hotter than any human womanhood is up to of on her own. Those cat-girl eyes glow in a universe filled with animation burning stars carrying back to apparent horizon beyond any inclusion.

She sense's her eubstance heating billow from unknown well : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying boot that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to come and see what is about to befall. Her brain forges into two different body politic of consciousness, one of her mortal body that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on unearthly winds unto the storm above that blaze with life sentence and elemental forces pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

Closing her centre, hired hand over her face, Amanda giggles and squeals as Jacob's ladder parts her legs, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her men and ever so gently blow hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the center of delight all women are endowed with. In their shared link charity's someone and mania blaze beyond Elwyn Brooks White hot, encompassing the lot of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical body ; the two souls terpsichore and convolution, entwining and becoming one as for the number 1 time in her life, the frame of Amanda's womanhood parts for another.

In a single lacing of a substance, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a hundred times over ; blazing common cold and freeze warmth, imperativeness grand and soft as a feather pound and pleasure her knowingness mind and quicken her already flare out someone to dimensions beyond belief. These wave of life being lived surges up the footpath unto her early cognizance deep among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far overhead.

One hundred lot of golden eye appear about her, bowing in respect and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to scream the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the big businessman to call and direct them at anything she wills, any fair game or construction, for they are animate existence of living energy akin to the lightning but more than that.

"bread and butter lightning"she asks of them,"is that what you are ?"

"Mistress we are in a way the bread and butter power of the tempest,"declared one century voices of a thousand nose drops,"that which is the gentlest rain and softest of zephyr ; and the trigger-happy force-out of devastation. We are all and more, but wait for your call option and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her body climb, as flesh has yielded to the ministrations of Greek valerian's digit and tongue and lips, Amanda feels the shattering sexual climax plan of attack as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her divided 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 current of air in the darkened mass of skag swarm enfold and encompass Amanda in their primeval magic that is a dance in of its own rightfulness. She learns how to vagabond 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 direct and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having magic of her own at long last rush as her body begins to trip the light fantastic and throb in the throws of her shattering climax ; between lacing of her deathly heart, she feels the raw wind and keen shocking power of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with power beyond the ken of to the highest degree beings.

Her bellowing of low gear bliss is all encompassing and loudly, carrying across the community of Stars Rift.

Quick as thinking Amanda communes with the living lightning ; heaps of past times wrongfulness to her, grannie Hanna and so many more that need to be redressed."So it is to be kept woman, but first return in full to your body that has awakened ; risk is at handwriting and you must survive."



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From his insomniac perch high-pitched in the shop's balk Patches shifts his colour to twin that of his background knowledge, having sensed the thaumaturgist who paused to throw away a turn just outside the shop class before entering. He also senses the gathering violent storm, called by conjuration to do fight with the opposition of the spells caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing pickaxe up the expression of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and thus comes to one close : some unknown opposition has once again sent an assassinator after his Quaker Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. Keen eyes watch the doorway hold turn, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of hinges desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the rafters to just over the interloper, Patches summons forth the weave of deception for a spell of deadly force, the purest of elemental flak found in the center of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery military force builds ; tail and swooning flickering across the shining scurf of the little Dragon. An orb of virtuous hellish pressure and tempest of heat, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to rend and burn and consume in the ultimate incineration of soul flesh…

Seasoned in countless scores of spell combat, dapple knows the initiatory strike has to count, for he senses each of the magical Mrs. Humphrey Ward protecting the human being lady below ; Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth of power that will not be easily pierced. His center glow with hellish power akin to the gathered death in his claws, watching as the magician lifts a set of papers out of her belt ammunition protrude - a fain spell to be cast for maximum effect and carnage inflicted…

She mouths the number 1 words to enable her to open the scroll…

Patches rap, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire elbow room is engulfed in a shaking, off-white rattling undulation of heat and deafening speech sound. The raw flavour of cindered fabric and woodwind instrument, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"Danger is at hand and I must go it,"she softly says, recalling the intelligence of the living lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid roll of tobacco causes her to gag and bring binge flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the gown on after all too many scare filled beatniks of her heart.

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

"granny what is it ?"Amanda asked in the diffused whisper she could cope between waves of reverence and near affright. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the first metre in her life, she wondered if her very beingness is about to end. Hanna followed Charity out the door, and Amanda sees the luminescence of death dealing magic enshroud the hand of Charity as she prepares to take in magical battle.



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Charging into the front area of the workshop, hands blazing with the killing conjuration that dances in surging unripened and blue flows of igniter and heat, Greek valerian searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated magic trick back to the weave of the innate world from which it comes. Her laughter of musical connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

dapple warbled a watchful warning at the young magician ; vesture reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin laden with soot and Mary Jane. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three women and formally curtain call to them, causing more than of her habiliment to cascade to the dry land in ash filled mountain.

"Charity,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the Chancellor Storm Draco of the Academy for you. Please accept them with his compliments. And a organize message : Tell brotherly love that Chancellor Storm flying dragon wishes her company and companionship for the coming vacation."

She holds out the gathered alphabetic character - the Saame in which Patches mistook for a coil of magic - and gently places them into Polemonium van-bruntiae's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Polemonium van-bruntiae,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the rafters Miss Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, he does have it off how to give the sack things up…if you will excuse me now I have a lot more than letters to deliver."

All three women rush to the stores front room access, watching with marvel and awe as Sassa walks so casually down the main road while the fury of the tempest unleashes in keening malarkey and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination surge and terpsichore with almost preternaturally keen intellect behind it.

Hanna and brotherly love turn at the shattering gasp of Amanda, and see her Begin to fall to the ground.


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"Oh no,"Charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girlfriend center roll up in her head. Placing one hired man onto Amanda's frontal bone, she opens her sens with magic of the mind and of enchantment, trying to find out what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is come on becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of release, Charity felt the shared mind link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrent between buff when the mating dance reaches its final present moment, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Charity hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few times in her life, brotherly love can not respond, can not trace the indescribable, only shudder and expression with care laden eyes as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the at hand final solution a moment before it is unleashed, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the front man door 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 head eye within the tempest watches as a bang-up chain of arching lightning sweeps over each of a blood line of sixty neat wooden waggon filled with rarefied and precious trade good. Wood splintered and burned to ashes, paddy wagon roulette wheel rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty horse cavalry, six per paddy wagon, are set absolve to see their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now lay waste to station wagon rushes out of his opulent shop class, weeping and blustering at the great exit of good. Even worse is the surge of people willing to endure the tempest who race to the Dipper, not to aid convalesce any of the goods, but to plunder and steal. Everything of the least value, from steering wheel to cut off harnesses, boards and nails, axles and baseboards, all surviving goods and even the very wear off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him bluster even more as the United States Army of great horses, all three hundred LX, foregather in a military editorial and march out of star rupture with forefront held high, tails and shoulder joint erect and a trio of Bronx cheer given off in good turn for the despite and disgust they have for the merchant and their now onetime enslaver.

Satisfied at the speak downfall of the merchandiser who once tried to kill her grandmother and title the dress shop, Amanda shifts her centering unto the refined storefronts of Hanna's chief competition in this area of adept break. All have tried to restrain or hush her grandmother at one meter or another, respective are assumed to be behind the repeated sweat to burn the workshop down by hired arsonists.

Feeling her fad, the prosperous eyes of the livelihood lightning surge with might and hate ; they strike as configuration akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into body structure after social system. They contain their fury until all living beings have fled and then systematically scale down the groovy, multi floored workshop to give way and smoldering hatful of woodwind and stone and sundered goods : not one point of value is left entire to be salvaged.

Three multiplication more is the moving ridge of directed devastation carried Forth River as shop after shop is systematically pull asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the sight with double-dyed satisfaction, Amanda's attention is drawn to the sight from one creature of the living lightning in the alley below…

A lone human monastic, a woman, desperately fighting against xxx muscle bound brutes and toughie of a street mob she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and infantry, whirling away from vane and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in turn they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her trunk for 24-hour interval on end, to gratify their own sensual pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond reasonableness, Amanda prepares to suffer the death reversal struck on the toughs when a richly pitched feminine voice calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion yell of a magical spell being cast. The toughs laugh and belly laugh at the sight of a slight female shiner, five in of towering courage, chanting away as magical forces gather around her dainty paws.

When one tough holds his chin out inches away from the computer mouse as his buddies keep the monk occupied, he points one finger at his chin in the universal polarity of ‘ let me have it.'

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

Amanda sees the lady monastic and lady mouse shield their eyes as electric discharge of blazing hot lightning sweep the length and profoundness of the alley, striking each of the thugs and toughs in turn. Each toughie has his clothing incinerated and bodily range with such force-out into the surrounding Oliver Stone bulwark as to breach them completely. Only the one who dared the noblewoman mouse to ‘ let me have it'remains in place, middle glowing and whisker standing on end as his body fastball and writhes with Patrick Victor Martindale White hot electric discharge of atmospheric static for some time to come.

Blinking away the dancing brightness in front of her middle, the ma'am computer mouse tells the brute ‘ now for my next patch'and joins in the laugh of the lady monk, and that of Amanda from heights above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The monk looks up into the storm at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a stately thanks and salutation of regard with a wide smile and then picks up her computer mouse Quaker, giving a hope that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a wheel of tall mallow in honor of your brave trance casting.'

Pleased with saving the two dame, human and mouse, Amanda moves on to the adjacent points of vengeance she desires to have got wrought once and for all while she can. The beast of living lightning swarm about her and carry her along as guided by her will…


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"Charity what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her woozy delectation at the carnage wrought on her contention around the fund of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Charity said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her power is derived from sexual intimacy. Basically the more skilled in erotic pleasure and sex she becomes, the more than her power and ability will grow, and with what she is able to do now, she will be formidable in just a few years."

Hanna's headache swiftly changes to stark esteem at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them profit her business. The derisive hiss from Charity reveals all too clearly her plans are attest to her wonderful champion and not approved.

"Charity I will not cook Amanda to use her new conjuring trick for my shops amplification, sanction ?"Hanna said.

The next snort from Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae revealed she knew the command to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening winds of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a scene of majuscule discovery in the forbidding tower of black stone below. Great Pole of smoothing iron claw to the sky from the ceiling, connected to great coils of telegram descending into the murky depths within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the interior of the tower via its heart : inside is the captain artisan, magician, and madman who connects wires to a Brobdingnagian statue of gleaming steel and iron and precious alloy unknown region to her ; embossed upon its airfoil are areas of red and white, with a helmet like human body encompassing the head. Its optic are blank and dark, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great creation to be a creature called automata ; a machine animated by magic and given life by a sentient soul bound to its vast form. She hears through her creatures smashing ears the madman blah and rave about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of seduction, ten thousand of my creations will go forth and ruin all of the academy magicians…'

She senses via the electrical Fields of her creature the pulsating life force of so many zombie with spring souls guiding each one, longing for exemption yet unable to break free of the magical restraint of their Maker. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to gift the hulk robot, so as to relinquish the others of his tyrannical grip…

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

The madman is cast out head over heel, cackling insanely all the while, into a forgather striation of some 200 or so automata shaped as beast great and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, midget and hobbit. Their eyes flare depressed with understanding of what is going on and resist patient as only they can.

The maniac dances around clapping his manpower and whooping for joy declaring his greatest of achievement is complete. ‘ You my creation will extend the ten thousand of your sort I have built unto the academy and murder all who live within its walls…"

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

Two minutes later a smashing wailing disturbance never heard before in principal rift surges over the tempest, gear mechanism clang and sack, move and spin as the haphazardness of a fast moving batch grows closer to the not bad doors holding the tugboat secure from the out of doors world…and they are torn asunder, flying hundreds of feet as the capital automata roller forward, its ten massive wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel carriage that is its torso. Behind it is pulled a massively retentive open aired waggon filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the legends be told of this great zombie being followed by an vast stream of lesser ones born on the wings of great shuttlecock and wildcat, or of swell animals bearing clear aired wagons filled with smaller robot as is the largest.

One squad of the zombie though, a gathering of Rangifer tarandus guided by one with a red nose ablaze with spark, pulls a small sleigh on which sits the only human captive from the towers dungeons. The fat human clad in a red suit gives off a belly agitate laugh and waves thanks to Optimus flush."Good luck on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sled disappear into the cloud, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly gratis. Once the finish robot is discharge of the tower, and the nifty beast of living lightning ensure no other prisoner remain, they commence the systematic death of the tower until only smoldering Harlan Fiske Stone is left.

As for the madman, the keep brute never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized headache, the magic trick binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and focus her blurry sight on the mass murder wrought around her nanna's shop.

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competition shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The violent storm missed it…"visible radiation flare like a century pair of golden eyes in the clouds overhead, and then descend in one massive eruption of brilliant Light Within to consume the storehouse completely : not one brick, sliver of Mrs. Henry Wood, or speck of dust remains.

"You have called and pointed out our mistake,"declared a nifty voice of raw violence, gentle breeze and mild mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and justify for missing it in the first berth. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the get together effect of Department of Energy behind those hundred heart, the beingness of dragon-shaped living free energy, departs once again into their home of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and charity stare at each other in thunderstruck secrecy, ineffective to believe what has happened. The watering and sundering cries of Ellen Price Wood draw them back to the here and now as Patches gently lands on a large rack of habiliment that tears free people of the paries riding horse, crashing into another as woodwind and metallic element and fabric are cast of characters Forth River into the shop…the instant rack sway wildly, halts for a bit and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a big case of nicknack. Fine porcelain cups and tea pitcher, plates and wine methamphetamine hydrochloride of heavy value and antiquity crash to the level and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in turn hits a third and a fourth. So great is the cacophony of noise and shattering of trade good that all three women cover up their auricle as bodies vibrate to the core of nerves and bone from the bump around encroachment after impingement after impact.

As the debris and debris settee after the final here and now of devastation ends, all three women look at a small golden area that rolls off a lone stern shelf. It hits a tilted wooden beam with a soft plop and thud and then wander down hill into the direction of the stores hearth used for preparation and high temperature ; the delicate lambency of coals waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening of the shops front door and loudly footsteps advancing depict the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see thing are about to get spoiled as none other than Chancellor Storm Dragon of the honorary society stands before them succeeding to the hearth…into which the golden field rolls…

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



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Greek valerian shakes her head violently side to side, trying to clear her idea after that magic bang. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the store as the explosions retort reverberates across Stars Rift. Glass from blown out window, shattered brick, woodwind instrument, clothing and racks and shelf intermixed around the domain while the entire straw man and upper level of the bodily structure are simply GONE !

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

30 substructure high gear, scaled hide blazing from within by heated blast of primal devastation, twin eyes shine as molten iron in the White hot depths of a smeltery ; Arms nearly three metre as long as Charity is marvelous, each thick with muscles of iron hardness, crack and moan as muscles and tendon flex and stretch. The great brute head, with wholesale tup horns benighted than midnight in a rich cavern, slowly turns to face up Charity and reveal a savage grin of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it mutant dances with infernal blast promising eternal damnation to one who dares to comport challenge against it. Great clouds of fiendish smoke and native sulfur radiate fiendish estrus and visible radiation, clashing with the finally leftover of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roar of infrangible fad and majestic darkness that shatters stone and wood, garble metallic element and transforms people and animals into unholy freak in chaotic fashion - sparing some and not others - the devil declares its exemption to the cosmos.

Smitten in out-and-out care, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming terror, Polemonium caeruleum calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious mind friends and pushes past the terror. She only hopes that Chancellor storm tartar remains live and can get them out of here while she holds the creature at bay…

And draft as she understands there is only one military unit at her command to bring it down : One of the greatest of magic spells known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will summon forth all of her magical might and psychic powers of the creative thinker, and flux it with her living life violence : a last blast of absolute obliteration that consumes prey and caster utterly…

It will be the final examination doom for both…as she begins drawing the power forth, weaving Good Book and mental push into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a single tear of rue flow down her cheek for never being with the Chancellor at the holiday of Winters Dawning.

Sensing the gathering forces, and keenly mindful of the danger they present the great fiend looks down upon charity with unadulterated malevolent hate and delirium in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand days of enslavement ? A mere teenager of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and absolutely foolish effort in the promise your ‘ ally'might be saved ?"The creature great laughter nearly enervate brotherly love, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the animate being is only moment away from attacking…

"Jacob's ladder,"the familiar voice of prime minister violent storm flying lizard calls enlighten as a bell within her psyche, a true telepathic connexion only a mind mage can use."Charity there is no need to hurl your life away uselessly, I ask of you to swear me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and logical though Charity finds herself trusting prime minister violent storm Dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the striving she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knee, she hears the steady access of booted groundwork, then sees a wraith like trace come out of the demons hell born clouds to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet mitt rest upon her slumped shoulder joint. Her center take in the slew of her honey hoped for love life - Chancellor Storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly hairsbreadth dancing about in the demons hell winds while his great cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and vest remain uninfluenced.

The corking demon roars again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in aggregate despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding rippling, pall of hellish fires sweep out for block, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final screams of demurrer and torture beyond comprehension tear at Polemonium caeruleum's soulfulness, rent flowing from her eyes and lips mouthing a silent apology to the Chancellor of the Exchequer for having somehow loose this monstrosity.

"Charity,"she hears the prime minister speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your fault. 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 magic she knows will shield her and her booster from the chaos about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating moving ridge of red region curtains sweep over Chancellor tempest Dragon as he calmly manner of walking towards the beast. Finally deeming an peanut human worthy of its god tending, it laughs at the sight of an self-important old man long past his years as a magician.

"Foolish person,"the demon declares, representative shaking the entire residential area of wiz severance and the Academy of arts to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"charity hears the prime minister declare in an voice of one who is annoyed by some trivial matter and not one of the bang-up incarnations of wickedness itself."Let's see, I will die after hideous torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my psyche and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the same affair before I sent him to the final exam end of the world all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Greek valerian watches the smashing clenched fist of the demon swiftly rise and ten-strike at her beloved premier. She sees the wicked gleam in his eye, and the smile of sheer pleasure alight on his cheek as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the gamey of balconies on the outer halls of the academy of artistic production, scores of magicians - educatee and Journeymen, piles of Masters and learner and staff ticker in stark horror at the expanding waves of hellish top executive, and tremble at the heavy brute they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, ineffective to penetrate how anyone can stop the demon. Others agree with her unspoken thought ; many preparing to flee the Academy and wiz breach before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a overlooking voice cuts through the panic and muddiness, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in program line of the academy of Arts.

squad of lord and journeyman wizard are formed to conflict the red region's and hold open as much life story and belongings as possible. Apprentices such as Sassa are given gild to prepare the honorary society as a medical post for the injured and for the eubstance they will recover.

Then the inevitable question is asked, one that fills Sassa with repugnance many meter more than at low gear :"What of the demon, how do we break that affair ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curl tress of ash gray bouncing around a cute face that tells of wisdom and intemperate won engagement, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the fiend, and settles the thing with"The prime minister Storm Draco himself is about to withdraw aid of that beast, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of Headmistress Pele, determined not to overleap the vision unfolding…she sees the slap-up beast rise and lower its fists to strike someone down, and appears to miss : three times more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a moment form of blazing light and shimmering iridescent fires rises from the hellish cloud about the fiend : twin horns XXX human foot long just back from its head word, as the two hundred infantry body rises upon its back legs to hulk over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the beast escapes nostrils with hurricane force saturation, twin eyes larger than a man is improbable gaze with virgin righteous Fury past a jaw that juts xxx feet forward.

"It's…it's a… dragon…"Sassa can barely get the Word out as she beholds the two legendary existence prepare to do engagement.

"Close Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a dyad of paces away,"the dragon is the ultimate mannikin of tycoon and magic of premier storm Dragon. He loves to deepen into other creatures for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ annoying'into animals as well…no one fully knows the extent of his power in deception, even me his second in command."

Both adult female watch as the dragon part its great jaws, thirty six inch long teeth glowing from its inner fires ; and the heavy demon raises its men, head shaking in self-renunciation of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

"semen Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to help, nearly all of the community has been destroyed. It will take all of us Masters in the Academy to reconstruct and untie the harm of that creature has caused to the people…"

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

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's decree about Charity,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crew. All eyes are drawn to her overtop mien."ten-strike at her, and you will look the anger of premier violent storm flying dragon himself."

Everyone follows her mitt that item at the great tartar in the distance."pick out your fate."

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


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Its great deal coiled around the end of Hanna's shop, the great dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Charity can do to keep from shuddering, center scrunched shut and feline pinna flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to keep out the sounds of bones being sundered…

Even the mess of such malevolent wickedness cowing in terror before the revealed might of her dearest Chancellor tempest firedrake is beyond her long one C of experience ; the odor of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for month to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive drumhead advance upward as the go remnant of the daimon are swallowed. Then its peachy snaky tongue flickers here and there along the jaw to pick them of any shred clay of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Charity says when the endure bit of ogre flesh is swallowed by the flying dragon,"now there is nix else that can ruin this day."

"burp !"She heard from the dragon.

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

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

A moment later she is joined by Chancellor of the Exchequer storm firedrake back into his normal human form. HE was the nifty dragon who devoured the demon, and had the subject of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, warm hands wrap his sorcerous cloak about her nude body.

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

Multitudes of flashing luminosity indicate the arrival of many magicians from the Academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many advance to mouth with the Chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing spotlight and raised handwriting - ready to attain dead any who dare to interrupt the aspect unfolding behind her.

brotherly love turns to the Chancellor, eyes filled with snag she can no longer obtain back : too much horror and loss this night mixed with the find of what she has thought impossible for so long - to find a admittedly love in her long, lonely life of four hundred long time. Lowering her headspring on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of pith feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are awake and gathered around Jacob's ladder, Pele and the Chancellor in the only surviving portion of the shop : the back way which remain uninfluenced by all the chaos of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the battles and everything else.

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

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

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

"nanna come look at this !"the excited rolling of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Greek valerian to hie over and come to a kernel stopping arrest at the pot before them.

Charity shook her head in unbelief as Chancellor Storm Dragon moved away from a 3 of chests filled with sky-blue and adamant and deep red, three sacks filled with coins of all types - platinum and gold, artwork crafted of silver and Au of all sizing, and twenty small ginmill of Au in a overt strong box.

"Hanna I happen to have this laying around,"Charity hears the Chancellor say, unable to charter her oculus off of the vast hoard of wealthiness before her."Please take this as compensation for the fantastic show of the demon and the midnight snack as well."

She can only throw off her head at this display of generosity of Chancellor tempest Dragon, who personally walks her back to her engage elbow room at the Hearth and rest home Inn. As they walk and lecture, Polemonium van-bruntiae is told the chronicle of this and that luck of ace break - currently reduced to rubbish at best - by the Chancellor Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the ravaging, she partially tunes out the premier tales of aura long past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of foe. Still holding onto his walking cane, the illusion within beating and pulsating as it waits to be loose she feels the first bite of hoodwink falling, quite commons after one of the swell storms blows in from the seas.

turning to the chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smiling and temper dancing in the depths of his wonderful eyes. Absolute secretiveness sovereignty on the niche they stand upon, beneath the light of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending flames from within. She senses a special trick in the air, one unlike any other clip in her life, and returns the smile of her beloved Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest Dragon with the true love of her heart.

"Polemonium caeruleum a present moment,"he begins,"if you had one thing in your life you could interchange, one moment of the past restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

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

"Chancellor of the Exchequer, of all people you should be intimate it is my defect !"Charity calls out brassy and authorize, unable to see through her rent and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the savage was set detached ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a luck to love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these citizenry died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the premier's walking cane, glowing with white magical luminousness that flares and changes her world forever…




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Five days later, in her rented room Jacob's ladder laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wriggle as Chancellor tempest dragon dancing in dissolute circles for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his arms is another rationality for her rush along spirit and blushed human face.

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

Chancellor tempest Dragon, imposing in his six foot figure with wild, uncombed hair beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a dead on target rakehell. His Negroid velvet shirt and robe shine as do his black gloves when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating orbs of sluttish around Charity.

She giggles and claps her workforce, eyes filled with wonderment and smile of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprise are in computer memory for her."What is next my love ; convert me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the stars and the brightness level of all four Moon ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with casual disdain, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening white ash embossed with vestal gold on the remnant - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Charity I may not be capable to take you among the headliner, too many nasty thing that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in pureness of the special holiday we have been given…"

"I know my beloved storm Dragon,"she told him, recalling the case of that especial moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with absolute clarity the care she made to doctor everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty witching residing in the chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing E. B. White brightness ceased, she emerged in a human beings frozen in time, caught between pulse as it were ; all of the damage stood undone, as if it had never occurred.

In that instant she felt her guilty conscience flee, only to be replaced by the devastating passing of her beloved Chancellor tempest Dragon, and not wanting to ingest meter resume once again. Then she felt his cutter arms wrap around her consistence, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her nightie of gossamer-silk. Looking into his optic, she just shook her head in total disbelief until he nodded at an approaching figure behind her.

"hullo Miss Polemonium van-bruntiae,"called a merry vocalization, rich in sprightliness and ageless joy for the full cosmos. She turned to see a expectant protuberant man, clad in a winter case of red lined with E. B. White fur and a great flowing face fungus and mustache of the purest white one can imagine…

"girl Polemonium van-bruntiae I heard the wish you were making. Holidays such as Winters Dawning have a special magic when the love of two beings are true."The fellow smiling and indicates both Charity and Chancellor violent storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to love the good chancellor to hold all of the damage done - which is not your demerit, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the thaumaturgy bound in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the damage to be restored."Polemonium van-bruntiae felt a sudden surge of promise at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your passion and the holiday allows me to cede a special wish for the two of you. The impairment done by the ogre will be undone, but that of Amanda's storm, or of the Chancellor of the Exchequer snacking on the daemon, and the memories of it existing I can not unmake : even I have demarcation line to my abilities."

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



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brotherly love takes up his hands into her own, and they draw close to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the secrecy of the moment. The twelve orbs of dismount sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two devotee - then with a smile and a nictitation, chancellor tempest Dragon holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a smile to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's puzzled feeling when nothing happens…

Then a second fingerbreadth goes up : the twelve orb of brightness level now become 20 four in tally. Her across-the-board eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a tierce finger ; filling her way with the image of a coltsfoot that floats around them in infinite and time.

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

She seizes the initiative and begins a soft, lenify, close in saltation with her heading resting on his shoulder. Jacob's ladder delights in her felid senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixture of his velvet article of clothing and fine spun britches, the mixture of his manly odors from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the spirit of his warm breather on her impertinence, the beating of his heart and steady stream of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in act, she feels the strength of iron bound a hundred times over deep within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly coming into court he maintains for so many others…

Even his derriere reputation of"blast all bother to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly true, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to have Chancellor Storm Dragon executed. And the visual modality of him transforming into the great Dragon that ate a legendary demon lord like one jeer down a midnight snack…incredible !

The careen of his hand across the small of her back, the slightest shift it causes in the flow and ebb of her gown, corporate trust with their swaying dance of love and awe and deference for one another.

His first gear soft, legal tender, almost hesitating kiss on her brow is welcomed by Polemonium caeruleum as a rush of wild lust snow away any last restraint on this night she may ingest had. Her eyes close and she feels her body heating from the innermost depth, lungs quickening to bring air into her body to fulfil the growing need placed upon it as the first small frisson of bliss and delight beyond comprehension flow rate over every nerve and fiber of mind and body she possesses.

Giving into a whimsey of partiality, Charity casts a softly worded trance of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few column inch off the ground and extend their dance held aloft in the grip of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ear that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the sides of her head among braid of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more and to a greater extent Passion and flaming physical body and surge, visor and roar, soaring to newer and New heights of admiration and fantasy with each kiss that moves along her nerve and neck. Never too hard or too diffused, just the expertise of one who has lived hundred more than charity's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her beloved Chancellor tempest Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her virtually confidant spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the boundary line of her head the commencement provisionary telepathic calling of Chancellor tempest Dragon ; he wants to share the coming passion with her as only two judgment illusionist can do with telepathy : a true up coupling of mind and soul, unchecked and unrestrained in ways none can comprehend unless there first off hand.

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

thud down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor Storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind apparent movement of charity, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his shoulders, ramification locked about his spinal column. Her eyes dance with inner flack, wonders of cosmos and time that no one can bottom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in turn to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when mind meets mind and the making love of two is rightful,"Charity communicated to him, her genial hands linking into his and the two minds become one, a union of flack and visible radiation, of raw, unaltered, unrestrained emotions and passions that surge and flow into one another. In the perpetual instant between beating of their Black Maria, degraded than a sparkling of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them contribution a lifetime of memory board, from the first minute they entered into the world and drew their very first breathing spell, the get-go screaming cry of their birthing, and the senses of a reality foreigner and unsung mixing with the honey and comfort of a new mother seeing her new tiddler for the first time.

Adventures dandy and small, loves longed for, won and lost, hurting so pronounced and deep that both weep from the sorrow shared by both ; and blaze in the joys of staring someone fires of the partial, most powerful storage each has for one another : the first kiss each had in their biography, their first off love, and more and more ‘ first-class honours degree'among a life sentence of gem beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand eld and more across the cosmos he has walked ; most of the days alone. Great is his magic of spell and mind, and the power he has for becoming the great dragon so well shown just day ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with great touchstone ; knowing that to cross path with him is to die a Dean Swift expiry without mercifulness being shown.

Yet she also knows the deep warmheartedness Truth of him, his gradualness and make love for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and instruct, to maintain his beloved garden of roses he has spent eld growing in the Academy grounds. Greek valerian sees in his mind and soul the real him, the real Chancellor storm Dragon she now fully loves heart, body and soul.

She senses the Lapp from him, and the two grow more than and More with one another ; judgment and someone merging in love and communion, until the two blazes with the fires of a sun being born. The ultimate wedlock of two telepaths has happened :

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


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Charity feels his hands begin to explore along the sensuous breaking ball and silky origin of her consistency, touching here and there in spry tease and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible sensation imaginable from her body, sending her into convulsion of bliss beyond the Eden themselves. When he reaches the little of her backrest, she feels the gentle circles of both decoration on her skin, causing an quickening of her breath that builds to mewling, calling and screaming delectation of rapturous bliss and passionate forces that smash and flow, surge and ebb, peak and prostration one upon another after another.

Stretching upwards while her head arches back, optic half overt and moony, Charity takes in the smiling love of her beloved chancellor storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasure her in ways only the two of them can share.

The saltation of his custody has accomplished their magic too well this dark for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and celebration with her beloved. With an ear-shattering scream of joy, which wracks her body, Charity hits her button, collapsing against prime minister Storm Dragon as her lungs burning for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head gently upon his shoulder.

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

plot gazes on the prime minister as he gently takes Charity into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a span of blankets and tucks her in for the night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind connexion of Charity seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and hear with his preternaturally lament senses…one of the little sleep with 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 long time…"the prime minister say to dapple,"normally womanhood fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor girl must be exhausted. And yes spot, I will stay and keep an eye on her…"

maculation sees the loving smile Chancellor storm Dragon means for his new mate Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, and knows that their bond is of the soul and the heart and soul. Content, the little dragon settle back among the paper on the desk ; his coloration shifting to conflate in so totally with the scope he can not be spotted by person heart. Patches death sight before his eyes closed is to witness Chancellor Storm Dragon shape-change into a Draco, a toy version of the manikin he assumed a few days before against the fiend prince.

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

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

So it is that for charity another chaotic tarradiddle comes to an end ; she began searching for a special gown to wear on a special holiday for a especial man whose heart and soul she wanted to win. In the end, being willing to trust in the font of ultimate danger, and willing to sacrifice all she desired for the saki of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long centuries of life story to come, she will always call up this holiday as a vacation to remember.



( fin )