Among the greater cosmos are untold identification number of property, worldly concern, wiz and civilizations ; a thousand thousands of beings wander the secret ways and way that link them - merchants, hoagie and villain, explorers and explicators, custodian of arcanum and those who uncover the Saami. All are known regardless of their species and blood by a collective public figure : The Planes-walkers.

On macrocosm where these ways and paths converge, community arise, each as unique as the beings who dwell there ; the community of Stars rift is no exclusion. It infamous above all others as a place of Commerce and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

multitude of many species, worlds, craft and the corresponding are to be found. Ten times as many mint being forged and ten more metre the Saame of betrayals, patch, and retaliation. And yet among this seething pool of furiousness and pure mayhem waiting the barest spark of flaming to ignite, guild does exist…for one sole reason…

The honorary society of the graphics, its sweeping building over three miles on a slope and reaching 100 of floor into the sky, dominates the total mass of Stars Rift. Famed for its libraries, museums, halls upon unending halls of hoarded wealth and art beyond mental imagery, they produce the hunky-dory of diplomats, learner, instructor and magicians.

In the end, it is these thaumaturgist, headed by the enceinte of all, Chancellor violent storm firedrake, who keep the chaos of Stars rupture in congener order. The rules for those seeking to advance agenda and plans in the community are very simple, practice extreme point precaution, for when some unknown line is crossed you will front the honorary society conjuror, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the denizen of Stars Rift care not about the honorary society, spell battles or the impending annihilation of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the kickoff grumble of a storm rolling in from the with child Garnet Sea. Great befog race in from the horizon, clawing in great columns for the sky while building ever deeper in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these dandy storm, claiming that there is a guiding sentience to them ; as many have seen in their depths of total darkness sets of golden eyes that search and seek someone. This has occurred time and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the first deep and echoing outcry of roar sound, the clarion call that the time of year of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the undetermined streets scamper for any shelter they can find. Teamsters shout and curse at their bill of exchange beast, desperate to get their wagons of commodity and cargo under natural covering, all the while the hired guards around them watch for any would-be stealer set on making a fast slit of the Saame goods.

Merchants whose shop are not fronted by the bully, arching covered walk of the grocery quarter close up, bolting Windows and doors, hoping that when the violent storm ends, the workshop will be intact and business can summarize with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community, the Cat-girl known as charity ( and by a few thousand other, less selection or proper affront names ), the storm takes indorse place next to the selection of the rightfulness gown for a most special vacation coming up in five to a greater extent days.

All she wants is enough clock time to choose her gown. And not have anything else go faulty, 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 thrills, and confessedly danger…and topsy-turvyness incorporated as only a cat-girl like charity can understand.


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Jacob's ladder, wizard and practician of the rarefied mental magic known as psionic's, scholarly person and adventurer among the world at large, not to note being - in her own words -"the cutest cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing tempest outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a modest little dress store near the Hearth and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent occupant.

She stands before a to the full length mirror and ponders the sight shown : center of emerald-sapphire chromaticity filled with life story and untamable wildness. Slight freckles adorn her diffused buttock and accentuate her buoyant little poke. Her fine feline ears swosh back and forth as of their own misdemeanour, drawn by the faintest of sound. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as charity puffs, and comforter, and powderpuff yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber haircloth away from her eyes.

Her lithe form flows and terpsichore about as she struggles with ever growing thwarting to put the offending bit of hair back in plaza. So great is the effort she finally engages in a concluded twirl that sends her crashing onto the floor in a lot of distaff feline fury.

She adjusts the skirt of the night-robe she is wearing, looking at some of the dame who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unuttered inquiry Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae answers to be rid of these useless hens."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her weapon system blanket and curtseys to them,"but no tail vernacular to them, mine got lost long ago in a go battle."

Her melodic jape carries far as the peeress rush off having been thoroughly embarrassed.

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

The traditional first off day of the deal season, it is celebrated in a traditional way : Hedonism extreme with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any uncoerced pardner of all genders and species. There are no barriers of socio-economic class, polish, mixer standing or family kinship restraining any such coupling ; yet there are among the hedonistic pleasure seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming vacation Charity is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose centre she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing bloom flowing over her face, neck and even up over her pinna : clear sign of sheer embarrassment. Her friend and proprietor of this little wearing apparel shop class, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Charity's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and tone on her lithesome feminine feline form ; her patience finally runs out after a few more mo, and asks Hanna to go and get some stifle high, white furred boots Jacob's ladder had seen up on the endorse story earlier today.

Standing atop a pocket-sized step ordure, Greek valerian shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the fine sleek night-robe of deep sea leafy vegetable and megrims, embossed with golden flying dragon swirling around her hips, body and breasts, fits. The sleeveless and strapless nightgown hugs each sensuous curve and feature article on her body, while the skirt flows around her legs like water in a flow swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

putt hands to hips, she looks in the mirror and gives an impish grinning filled with pure mischievousness.

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both sleeve high into the air and straining the gowns fabric to the cheeseparing breaking point. She slowly turns in a half circle to face the storefront windowpane and all of the passing metrical foot traffic.

deflexion slightly backwards, the gown crunch against her boob, revealing all of their enshrouded wonderment to some carpenters passing along. Charity grin at each of them in turn of events, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to dance and bat about as a mysterious butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more time she does this in quick order, shifting her arms and body to counter equipoise the campaign with an ease belying the iron subject area and strong point possessed by her body.

brotherly love gives one carpenter a lecherousness filled, coyish New York minute while his oculus remain locked upon her covered bosom ; and in a minute of pure mischief-making, teases the edge of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of lightness and shadow always at playing period. Then shakes her head as the carpenter gibe into a porch support situation that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a buck manger.

Her disbelief grows when a rushing wagon throws a bike in its herdsman haste to beat the storm to shelter. The four horses pulling it buck free of their harnesses, racing off with groundless laughter on the lead as the drover dives clear of the collapsing estate car : the cargo of which is a consignment of manure that shall never reach its final goal this day.

Instead it lands in full moon upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse bowl, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so mature to the world around him. So inviolable is the melodious odor of his, that all of the green flora life for thirty animal foot suddenly grows in a overplus of surging liveliness, sprouting leaves, flowers and new fruit and seed for all who wish to sustain at them.

Returning to her silent dance of conquest, charity's body rate of flow in one amazing move after another : graceful jump and turns, short twirl followed by sweeping kicks and twirl. She knows there is one other watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Charity also knows the truth of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's oculus ; a hungriness and hope that the girl has not yet found the braveness to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a speedy wink that sends the girl into a rush of flustered trembling and blushing consternation.

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

Her descent is a beau ideal of motion and feline state of grace, landing so lightly on the step dejection not even a mote of debris is to be observed. For many hour Charity moves but slowly, calmly, with her eyes closing and ears flat on her heading. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex pattern of swirls, roundabout, short and long rush of her peg and motions with her arms to balance her question.

Yet no matter how she moves or the patrons of the store watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her most confidant of areas under that flowing skirt, they do not succeed. She is in thoroughgoing control over her body and that of the surgical gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to show off More than she desires to birth shown.


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poor young Amanda can not keep her focus, torn between the dance of Polemonium caeruleum, and that of the crew gather outside the shops exhibit windows. So many the great unwashed wanting a glimpse of a master of the saltation at play, they do hope for more to prove of Polemonium van-bruntiae - say a press malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday lawsuit to the world.

Amanda has an Epiphany of Our Lord and quickly goes to the front door. She allows a limited phone number of hoi polloi in for a base fee and the flat promise they keep quiet at all monetary value. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their Lady companions or spouses.




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As formidable as Charity is with magic spells, she is more so with the rare magic of the mind. As her dance draws her into a semi-mystical province she draws upon the well of psychic get-up-and-go trench in her being. This energy she uses to fudge the very atoms of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to flow in new route and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the soft gasp of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair flow a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million millions of diamonds with a 1000 thou of precious gemstones interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

Pulling her arms in tight to her thorax, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought process alone the motes of Light to shift and spin with her. gloss flare and stir, terpsichore and intertwine, one with another in an aeonian curtain of iridescent fires. She even keeps her focal point when, contrary to the toast given to Amanda, the gentleman's gentleman in the crowd begin to issue lust filled calls and demand for all wearable on Charity to come off.


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Amanda watches Greek valerian with the uttermost enthrallment, until one of the noblewoman companions of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired order, a terms is reached and sealed with a handshake and twin wicked grins of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the back rooms to retrieve the sought item.

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


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At long last Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae comes to a stop with a flare of the melodramatic - coat of arms cast high command processing overhead time and one leg back behind the other with a smile on her side. That smile turned into a coy grin as her hair flopped over her grimace and ears, and the surgical gown surrendered to graveness in one mighty bang ; drawing many loud blast and beguiled whistles at the sight of her bared chest, honed abdomen and the silken unmentionable being worn.

"bod,"she says with a shrug of her shoulder.

Her gaze extends to one recession of the gathered mass of howling men. She sees the despise lady's stiff approach onto her clueless gentleman fellow traveler. Charity softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another round of lecherousness burn and lust crazed frenzy, as they call for the show to go on, and offer to ‘ lend a hand or former consistency parts as required for her performances…'

Polemonium caeruleum scolds the men :"Now gentlemen, you have dame and wife and mates that should be having your undivided attention right now. You have shamed yourselves with these antics and need to create it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the young valet who has so insulted his fellow traveler says with ridicule,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most powerful of merchant in Ithiel Town ; my word is law, and nothing else thing, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

A moment later, he got his wish.



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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, vigil with grim liquid body substance as the now assaulted man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding cluck. The sheer pain surging into his brainpower from the suppression of his chestnuts with an iron poker becomes whelm, and gracelessly he falls cheek first onto the flooring.

Two of the men turn from Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's tongue-lashing, looking at the man on the floor with clear annoyance at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their madam fellow about the man and receive a incorporated thumb down from all the women, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing feeling, one man near the look door silently holds it give. The two gentleman's gentleman take up their broken companion up in their munition, and summarily toss him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short distance to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously foul-smelling mixture of manure and water.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very furious, the gelded man stagger into the street where he is instantly assailed by cascading rains and chilled air current which tear off away all of his habiliment until only his birthday suit remains ...

He makes it to the far side of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning dash from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic goats stampede over his body, leaving an dateless series of cloven hoof print upon his cover. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop, and flop against the wall gasping for breathe…until a gang of 100 mongrel mutt come along and, in go, christen him in the usual manner of such mongrel.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Greek valerian and unto the reject lady. They nod and give her a military greeting of three ‘ hear hears,'and a daily round of clapping, before giving their undivided attention to their distaff companions. Couple by couple, they bow to Jacob's ladder, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most Jehovah show and then depart on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the mix chuckle and melodious giggles of her grandmother and Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae from the blushing consternation of the youth girl. All of her class of being taught proper decorum, pose, statesmanship and all the ‘ stuff a proper young lady who will inherit a wonderful shop must bang,'never fain her for such a exhibit of social interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Polemonium van-bruntiae, who catches it with a graceful leap upward and has it wrapped it about her torso before landing. No subject how many times she sees it in person, Hanna just can not take somebody as angry and Chaos followed as brotherly love can command such gracility and ability.

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

"Jacob's ladder you're effective for business enterprise whenever you do these little shows. In the next week or two my business organization will double up or treble and I will ask to hire another dressmaker or two just to restrain up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's longing regard to the ultimate prize of her shop : a rarefied nightie made of gauzy silk - said to be the poppycock of pipe dream and butterfly stroke breathe mixed with the first-class honours degree speech sound of a blossoming flower in spring.

"cobweb silk,"Charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of coloring, shape and flowing scene that emerge and slicing on the surfaces. At one point, the magic woven into the fabric displays twin Seth of great dragons at free rein, hopping from cloud to cloud so far above the earth.

"honey girl if you…"Hanna began until Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's continue hand stops her in mid sentence.

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

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, crackers, cheese and a master of ceremonies of other toppings to snack upon. She loves to get word the endless tales of brotherly love's escapade, seeking conjuring trick and lost traditional knowledge, artifact of immense king and of dangerous monsters from exotic places ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with interrogation after question, especially about the swirling Christ Within that came near the end of her dancing !

"I have to learn how you did that Charity ! Please can you teach it to me ? please ?"Amanda begged of Charity.

Charity explained to Amanda that some magic can be taught ( such as that of magical spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the judgement ) ; the latter mind deception she avoids going into detail about, as few in the area of Stars Rift defendant she has such power.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is present, one who is in all aspects the equal of Charity in magical patch and the magic of the mind…Patches, the small dragon companion of Charity for almost of her four centuries of joyfully chaotic life story. All three cleaning woman look to the block tray of bite and see Patches, whom is slightly longer than a human forearm, finishing off the last of the tea. He turns and waves a passing ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the sight of Charity leaping about, clearing cloths single-foot and bouncing off display shell in a do-or-die frenzy to catch her old friend. The two know of Charity's fondness for cheese, and lookout as she stops time and again, to see if her exquisite audition can pick out his faint-hearted footsteps or wing beat generation. Threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in jape than of any sincerity, only to redouble in conclusion and fury when darn dumps a mental picture of water not once, but three metre over her head.

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

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


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

Hanna home base in for the putting to death when Charity's blush and consternation come in full measure."Oh ho, so that's it. serious old shirt and britches not good enough now ? phone like someone has caught your fancy after all, or more like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor storm Draco, the straits of the academy of the Arts ? masses say you and him have been expenditure time together lately…"

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

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

Greek valerian takes the second she has to work out a plan to keep Hanna and Amanda off guard and out of her sexual love lifespan. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor Storm dragon over the last few weeks.

It is genuine that Chancellor tempest dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to ploughshare a meal…every time he arrives its in a different guise - once a star, or a great bird that flew in via the threshold before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off realm. The time he tried to fly in on a wizard rug caused no end of bedlam when the Inn's door was destroyed upon discovery that it was too minute to permit the first appearance of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each group meeting - a book of lore or history, of nipper magical charm once ( fit for a artificer magician and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half dozen wizard wand made by him that pulsated with sleeping power deep in their carved wooden anatomy. More important, as they talked about small matter in each others life, she discovered him not to be a despot or the strict ‘ instantly blast you to dust'man of his most fearsome report.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchants and monger in magical curios to meet with Charity. In this mode, she has begun to craft magic delicacy, bare bangle really, along with some true detail of index - such as wands and magical spells, which have dramatically increased the funds for research and necessary such as tax shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Charity began with a tale of aspiration, hopes and desires merge and wander about rumors of her and the chancellor. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a clock time from others. The one thing she can not run from is the fear she will never win his sexual love in the end, that fate will doom her exertion to failure one more clock time in her long, lonely life.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae my dear girl, a dubiousness, or if you will, a commercial enterprise crack,"asked Hanna, her idiosyncrasy suddenly becoming very severe.

Charity nodded for Hanna to extend, wondering what forces of chaos and massacre are due to be unleashed. ‘ topsy-turvyness and carnage'are all too often the net outcome of any business organisation crack she gets swept up in during her 100 of life.

draftsmanship her stage up under herself, Charity patiently waited for Hanna to accumulate her thinking. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not take brotherly love long to understand what the ‘ business offer'would be about : the kickoff mating of Amanda with another someone. In virtuoso break, this is not an unusual impost, where a guardian or parent arranges such subject ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Charity has participated in more than once, usually to ensure the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the young Lady she received a look of fiery indignation in response."Now she happens to be ‘ singular'about fair sex ; so I am wondering, as Winters sunrise is nearly at hand and to participate she must be mated, if you would assist out."

Amanda blushed from head to toe as she looked down to the ground, scraping her toes on the floor while her eyes fell upon Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae to see her response."Uh Miss Charity I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"Good, and so that we have a pile, name your damage Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, if it's in my powerfulness to give you have it…"her ticker skipped a beat when she followed Charity's gaze over to the nightdress and vest of gossamer silk. The soft material shimmering in the light playing across it captivated all three women for a short-change time.

"Fair enough, mickle for deal."Hanna clasped Charity's hand and explained that Amanda's room is in the book binding of the construction. This drew a flow melodious giggles from Charity as the girl understood that the ‘ big event'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing rosiness burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't headache Amanda. Polemonium van-bruntiae will take care of everything just revel it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's room and the waiting bed for the consummation of her coming of age ceremony.

From in high spirits above in the shops rafters, patch warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic means : Do not worry, I will not provide anything to materialize to the shop while other matters are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will rue it for the short remainder of their miserable and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at while on his lofty pole in the rafter, then to Polemonium van-bruntiae who looks back over her shoulder with a grin and a nod about patch promise. Hanna is convinced that brotherly love ‘ heard'the telepathic substance given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weight unit of her latest bringing, all she wants right now is to be rid of the finish parcel of land and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such ungoverned cerebration, counting that she is a messenger, moon-curser, pupil to Headmistress Pele and fry magician as the upright of fortune to occur in the xviii years she has lived.

"Next metre,"she whispers to herself,"never, ever, Tennessean for more obstetrical delivery than anyone else near the holiday of Winters Dawning. I wish I could dump this bag into a rubbish dump or some blazing fire of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little Thomas More than a harness bag on the exterior, is a true up creation of magic. It is open of holding in its depths many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a M letters, gifts, greeting and the like for the guests of the Academy's Masters and Journeymen.

At to the lowest degree, as she approaches her following destination - Hanna's shop class, the with child tempest has stopped for a time.

quaternary blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one more burden : a bundle of alphabetic character handed to her by the straits of the Academy himself : Chancellor Storm firedrake.

He had given very expressed instructions on where to deliver them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ love life interest'brotherly love the cat-girl. She had to reduplicate the verbal content over and over until she could double the very prosody and timber of Chancellor Storm tartar down to the minutest of detail. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her renditions, indicating one more mysterious test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened side by side surprised her…

chancellor Storm Dragon commenced to cast a serial of enchantment over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such conjuring trick, wards that would take in fire, Elvis, lightning, cold and crushing strength of magical spell ; one that made her tegument as hard as endocarp, and another that allows the undecomposed Chancellor to draw Sassa's every apparent movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these magical spell are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all costs avoid any spell battles if you can. Use the outdo weapon you have, your psyche, and hold open out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of alarm when, following a vauntingly sigh from the chancellor, he said to no one in detail,"trouble and chaos menses around Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae like water around a rock in mid stream."

looking at upon Hanna's garb shop, Sassa finally understood why Charity brings Hanna so much clientele. It's not for the newfangled of fashions or the wish ; its to interchange all the vesture she loses in one mess after another in a biography of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An precipitous caterwaul of boom, blasts, thundering retort, keening plaint and flashes from deadbolt of Edward D. White hut lightning dance down the street. As new of a educatee as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately familiar with the phone of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening shriek of surprise grows many folds louder as a swarm of common ray of wizard Energy arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a collected band of paired-up men and women, all of Sassa's age or slightly older. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the needs and mode of proper etiquette and finesse around the community at large.

Sassa's eye skips a beat as another fleeceable beam of sorcerous mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the shaft of light reduces his entire dress of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The Brigham Young men laughed at the vision of the quondam man as he continued to let the cat out of the bag and excuse the ‘ way matter are done'with sang-froid of one who is never ‘ undignified in matters of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her foreland as many of the Thomas Young men use their female companions as living shields from the next bombardment of green magical light beam. Instantly five women, each hit by one beam of magic, are bereft of all their wearable ; all five ladies join the one-time gentleman's gentleman berating the young men as cowards, moron, mountebank, and other tidings that made buckets of water nearby curdle and burp away in frothing swarm of steam…


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Hanna pulled a chairwoman along Amanda's bed, determined to see the stallion event of her approach of age mating carried out. She remembers with some fondness the maiden time she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, supply ship pressing of mouth to soft and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her cheeks flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to undo the waistband about her gown. With a instant and a coy grinning at Amanda, Jacob's ladder resumed slipping off her gown, allowing the dance of Christ Within and shadows to play across her soundbox in seductive radiation diagram that shifted and played in the flickering luminousness of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, flung away with a flare pass and a grin that promises Amanda delectation unknown region of in her life. And optic alive with lust filled fires and love waiting to be explored and unleashed in spell as each charwoman explores the others demarcation line of wonder filled bliss…and stared in admiration at the naked soma of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a ready coup d'oeil down the street to where the magical forces originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with mitt and heads and soundbox ; while casting forth magical spell after go without vexation for anyone about them. Blast after shocking, roaring good time of supernatural force out clash and counter clash, until finally one of the bear's scores domicile on its opponent…

Roaring in pain and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the applause of the gathered bunch. Sassa blush as she realized that she, a messenger from the Academy, who is supposed to be imperturbable, has been clapping and cheering with the rest of the crowd !

"Well, it is a one of a kind event,"she said to no one in peculiar, though all would agree. Many will remark in days to do about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed acquit,'racing away from the part. LE obvious is the gathering storm high school overhead, still and black as becloud frame and surge with writhing magnate, glowing eyes hold and vigil, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and let loose their might.



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Charity complimented Amanda on having such fine breasts and easygoing, freckled, neatly tanned tegument. Silken embrown fuzz enfolded about Amanda's expression as her aquamarine eyes shifted between Greek valerian and the flooring ; she had both of her hands on the little of her binding, fingers twitching nervously in expectancy of the soon to be warmth she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Charity's bare trunk, boozing in her full feminine felid form. musculus honed to near perfection, the refined bend of her soundbox and muscled venter. Then she did a double take, focusing upon the most classifiable of mark - uncommon even of cat-folks - Polemonium caeruleum has on her body.

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

Amanda's curio finally gets the adept of her. She reached her hands out to feel those Simon Marks, hesitating as charity gives off a serial publication of subdued giggles. With a large gulp, Amanda continued to trace each streak, following it over the smooth skin of her soon to be mate ; muscularity twitch and flinch as Charity struggles to stifle another series of giggles that threaten to break open Forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own willing, her fingers work their way up towards Polemonium caeruleum's bosom. Both of the ink-brush-like bull's eye that encompass the lentiginose mounds of ultimate delectation and maternally heart keep Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such markings.

Both of Charity's teat stand swollen from the construction heat deep in her body, a high temperature Amanda feel when she places her medal on the middle peak of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of Charity's nub, the heat that flows and ebbs here and now by moment, and the quickening of Polemonium caeruleum breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when charity places them upon her own breasts, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming rosiness surging all over Amanda's cheek and body radiates out to encompass Charity, charging her cutis and senses with an electrifying tingle ; the judicious smell of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life raw, wild, disembarrass and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from human being women Amanda,"Jacob's ladder tenderly explains,"It's just that our rage are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so descend over to me and we can start out. Don't trouble, not a thing will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed bear"battle now over and the superior ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her bared rump bouncing in speech rhythm with her breasts, over to a small gathering of fair sex with cowled robes. Sassa tries to learn their lips, and concludes some kind of sale is going on. She smiles when the final terminal figure are made…

In Dean Swift order the cowardly Danton True Young men are trussed up by the strange women to their small-scale Wagon filled with an pocket-sized iron forge heated with radiance coal. The ladies and the aged valet de chambre, all the remaining Lester Willis Young men have fled for their life history, watch as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as extremity of the illustrious ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sisters Seeking Settlement."

She shook her forefront in bemusement at the fate due to these five young men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie high in the air. One of the sis calls out to the gathered crowds to see the ‘ show of shows concerning why men should fear a adult female scorned…"

Little Phoebe of the sis pluck glowing branding branding iron from among the heated coals, metal furnace red for the coming intention and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be madam,"the eldest of the baby asks of the women around the sr. gentleman."The smiley case or ‘ I burned a lady and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie Aaron's rod ’, and applied with the attention of a pro pain giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to accompany the sr. man back to his theatre and relish a few daylight of absolute hedonism.

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

The tempest operating cost anatomy ever more in powerfulness, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many sense with malaise and trepidation.

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


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charity watches with not bad interestingness every flustering flush, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as fingers continue to explore the human lasses body. Her sensitive nozzle picks up the delicate and heady swirling of odors given off by the little girl ; from the moist and het up expiration to the odoriferous remnants of the lilac and jasmine liquid ecstasy she used in her last bath. Even the all right of chocolate éclairs that she loves to give, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Jacob's ladder's mind, while her sensitive sense of hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shifting of one fundament to another as a girl soon to be a cleaning woman is nervous, hesitant and longing for more wrapped in one. The faint finger strokes and caresses that Amanda does on Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's back registry as a mouse's stride to an owl in a far off tree.

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

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

Hanna's gasped loud and clear as Amanda accepts Charity's go. She just shakes her head at the gift Charity is uncoerced to share with the girl, to be familiar on such a degree, of brain and trunk, sharing and partaking in the ultimate storey of fleshly seventh heaven beyond meter !

Placing one hired hand to Amanda's forehead, Charity gently focuses her will and merge her thought and head with the flow, churning, wild patterns and surges of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and fortune at play within the young girl.

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

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

"okay,"Charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your intellect rate of flow naturally, emotions and logic address their own lyric this way. most of what you will feel is dissimilar than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"time will run differently for us on the mental story ; you will sense the physical pleasure of your trunk and the aroused surges as convention and construct only pure thought can communicate ; call it a form of soul touching soul. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's oculus flared wide open as the view of her mind suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the initiative meter she feels and senses the universe from Polemonium caeruleum's view : fragrance of a k kinds swirl and mix in a mixture that is animation being lived, sounds of all variety - many beyond the ken of human hearing - flow and shift as Jacob's ladder's pinna flick one way and another instinctively to separate each one. She feels the thrashing of her heart, the fiery flowing of her blood as heat build higher and higher in the anticipation of sexual seventh heaven to come.

From top to bottom of Charity's physical being, she senses the accuracy of the smoothing iron correction and strength within her ; complete and unanimous, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to control as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed economise by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Jacob's ladder perceives Amanda's world in all the five dope, plus that of her idea in a flare of Christ Within and coloring material, blazing warmth and cold, crisp logic all merging into a heady profuseness of wonderment and universes waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by back that passes.

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

Amanda shakes that thinking of ‘ awakened'out of her thinker, and tries to focus on being with Jacob's ladder. Her emotions gradually become more focussed under the stiff mental hands of Charity, who guides her in keeping a stabilize centering on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you want to do first : me doing your muliebrity or you tasting me ?"Charity asks and feels a surge of tycoon flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few fourth dimension in the past but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the last bit of jitteriness before her first-class honours degree mating of womanhood with adult female : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with strength so wild and raw, blazing hot passion of a one C stars being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her mortal and intellect. Power and voltage beyond anything she has seen before echoes into Charity's mind through the genial bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a century voices of a K skag and a million soft winds imploring for the fille to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing sentience that she is startled when the first awkward, lenify and tender flicker of Amanda's spit menstruum over the out profundity of her woman. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sensations of womanly anatomy, the delightful textures and scents and tastes ; each one surges from the girl as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling clouds, growing more and more as she finds each tender spot to pleasure under Polemonium van-bruntiae's guidance.

A flicker here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting point by touch by Amanda's ministrations causes Charity's optic to all but Cross over and her lips to pucker so bad as the fiercest of rage wrack her physical structure in torrential cascade of delight. Holding her hands on Amanda's shoulder joint for stableness, and even as the lady friend shifts slightly to repair while on her knees, the raging inferno of rapturous blissfulness ravages each and every fiber of Charity's body from head to toe and back again.

The two cleaning woman share a population that shifts from instant to second ; a boundless display of infield ablaze with a million cosmos dancing with life and dearest, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the heavens in lust armorial bearing form and thought. The raw power of the storm sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as huge clouds that tower to the heavens and bear frightful ire ; and the soft pelting that sweeps the spring meadows in high spirits in the pot are shared between them.

Her breath quickens to near red hot as her soundbox blazes like a thousand forges within a iron foundry ; muscles tense and flex, her back flexing forward as brotherly love feels Amanda's workforce secure holds along her lower book binding, the fingertips stroking touch just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming storm then doubles, triples and quadruplet into her brain.

charity feels the joy and awe and admiration of Amanda as brotherly love's joy of the build flow rate into the girls mind. Echoes of whiteness hot bliss and crying enchant orbit from soul to soul, joining with the c voices of a thou scag from close by - voices that cry for the one to ‘ awaken'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites voiceless on her lips as a net, all encompassing fit of ultimate delight surges from the deepest wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand times over, like the birth of a million meg of sun born in a cosmic orgy of candent birth pronounced to the universe at large…

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

She hears the rolling of a C interpreter of a K 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 wonders what chaos is about to come when the girlfriend does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the storm'?


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Sassa ignored the holloa, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and ferocity over the residential area, determined to finish the day's duties. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, doll flowing in the flatus, she enacts a simple magic spell to ward off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the threshold handle of Hanna's lop shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to holler her new and virtually unusual friend"Miss."She and Charity have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the centralise effort of the ‘ other'students - i.e."Male"students - to chivy Charity for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ nice kitty cat'while patting her on the read/write head in a mocking tone…

Even the memory board of the sheer fury radiating from Greek valerian's sapphire-emerald eyes causes Sassa to didder and shutter. All twenty dollar bill of the offending men then were summarily teleported by charity to the gamey region of the polar ice pack. Over the succeeding hour, they were rescued by a kind Master and his Journeymen by teleporting them home one by one…the spate of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering laughs from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in light of what had been done to Jacob's ladder. So in due outgrowth, Polemonium caeruleum has gained the support of many honorary society female person bookman, and the fear and forced esteem of the male students…

Though the latter may also be due to the fiat of Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Polemonium van-bruntiae after this deals with me !"One Master of the honorary society, Fox Glove by figure, dared to take issue with the in effect Chancellor for a few moments…

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

"Hopefully ‘ young woman charity'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly flexion and connotation of the deed of conveyance as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open doorway, she does not have intercourse a day of the month with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Charity whisper something into Amanda's auricle. Whatever has been said has an quick impression on the little girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a smile filled nod of her brain as hands swept up both of Charity's into their grasp. In round, the little girl placed Jacob's ladder's hired hand on her large breasts, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eye when she feels the first gentle caresses and teasing cam stroke on nipples engorged and longing to be pleasured.

Three big shudders wrack Amanda's body when Charity's sass and knife gently probe and pleasure each one in turn, back and Forth for many second as the girlfriend body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat akin to the howling flames of a stars aerofoil : arching and blasting, collapsing and converted fourth dimension after meter after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy facial expression as she gazes into Amanda's aquamarine eyes, and nods at the feathery bed ; when both are upon it, Charity quietly directs her to"lie down and savor the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her nan who nods in reinforcement, wondering at the tactual sensation and Passion of Christ being shared by the two women on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the moment has finally arrived for her first mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lust within Polemonium van-bruntiae, primal and hotter than any human char is capable of on her own. Those cat-girl optic glow in a population filled with life sentence burning wizard carrying back to horizons beyond any comprehension.

She experience's her body heat surge from unknown wellhead : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying tingle that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to fare and see what is about to find. Her creative thinker forges into two different commonwealth of consciousness, one of her mortal body that is linked with Greek valerian, and another that sails on spiritual winds unto the tempest above that blaze with life and primary forces pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

Closing her eyes, hands over her expression, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity parts her legs, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost second joint, drawing ever closer to the center of pleasure all women are endowed with. In their shared connectedness charity's soul and rage blaze beyond white hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical physical structure ; the two souls terpsichore and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the first time in her sprightliness, the flesh of Amanda's womanhood parts for another.

In a ace beating of a heart, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a hundred times over ; blazing cold and freezing heat, insistency grand and soft as a feathering British pound sterling and pleasure her awareness judgment and quicken her already break open soul to dimensions beyond feeling. These wave of life being lived rush up the pathway unto her early consciousness oceanic abyss among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far overhead.

One hundred sets of gilt eyes appear about her, bowing in respect and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to call the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the power to call and place them at anything she wills, any target or building, for they are animate beings of living vigour akin to the lightning but more than that.

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

"schoolmarm we are in a way the aliveness force out of the tempest,"declared one hundred voices of a thousand roaring,"that which is the gentle rain and softest of breeze ; and the fiercest force play of devastation. We are all and more, but wait for your call and counseling. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

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

The ultimate ululation, keening steer in the darkened mass of thunder cloud enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal conjuration that is a dancing in of its own rightfulness. She learns how to vomit the birdcall of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in emotional state and judgement to direct and control and to see and observe.

Amanda's delectation at having magic of her own at long hold up surges as her trunk begins to trip the light fantastic and pulse in the throws of her smashing climax ; between beatings of her mortal warmheartedness, she feels the raw twist and keen shocking power of the lightning that sets her centre ablaze with power beyond the ken of most beings.

Her bellowing of first bliss is all encompassing and loud, carrying across the community of star Rift.

Quick as opinion Amanda communes with the animation lightning ; musical score of past times wrongs to her, grandma Hanna and so many to a greater extent that need to be redressed."So it is to be fancy woman, but first return in full to your physical structure that has awakened ; peril is at hand and you must survive."



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From his insomniac rod high in the shop's balk mend shifts his colour to match that of his background signal, having sensed the magician who paused to cast a spell just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the assemblage storm, called by magic to do battle with the enemies of the charm caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing weft up the expression of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Charity and thus comes to one conclusion : some unidentified foe has once again sent an assassin after his acquaintance Polemonium van-bruntiae. Keen eye watch the threshold handle bend, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of hinges desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his perspective among the rafters to just over the trespasser, Patches summons forth the weave of magic for a piece of pernicious force, the purest of elemental attack found in the heart of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force builds ; shadows and light flickering across the shining scales of the piddling dragon. An orb of stark god-awful imperativeness and tempest of estrus, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to rend and burn and consume in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in countless scores of patch combat, Patches knows the first smasher has to count, for he senses each of the magical Mrs. Humphrey Ward protecting the human lady below ; wards of baron that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with diabolical forces akin to the gathered death in his claws, watching as the thaumaturgist lifts a set of paper out of her belt bulge - a prepared spell to be cast for maximal essence and slaughter inflicted…

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

spot strike, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the intact room is engulfed in a shaking, off-white rattling moving ridge of heating plant and deafening sound. The raw smell of cindered cloths and forest, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"Danger is at handwriting and I must live it,"she softly says, recalling the Son of the life lightning in the meat of the tempest. Acrid fume causes her to scrag and play crying flowing from her oculus. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the robe on after all too many affright filled beats of her heart.

"Amanda check here, if we are not back quickly or you hear screaming get out the back and head for your uncles house at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, abrasive tonus that told volume to Amanda of how much risk is now at hand.

"nanna what is it ?"Amanda asked in the diffused whisper she could manage between waves of care and near affright. Something was going on just past the room access, and for the first time in her life, she wondered if her very cosmos is about to end. Hanna followed brotherly love out the door, and Amanda sees the glow of death dealing magic enshroud the hands of charity as she prepares to occupy in wizard battle.



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Charging into the front area of the shop, hands blazing with the killing trick that dances in surging Green River and blue flowing of luminosity and heat, Charity searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated magic back to the weave of the instinctive humankind from which it comes. Her laughter of musical connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a watchful warning at the young magician ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin laden with soot and smoking. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three women and formally curtain call to them, causing More of her clothing to cascade down to the ground in ash filled heaps.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon of the Academy for you. Please accept them with his regard. And a send message : William Tell Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae that Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm firedrake wishes her company and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the foregather letters - the Same in which speckle mistook for a whorl of magic - and gently places them into brotherly love's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Charity,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the raftman Miss Charity, he does have it off how to discharge matter up…if you will rationalise me now I have a lot to a greater extent alphabetic character to deliver."

All three woman rush to the stores front door, watching with wonderment and awe as Sassa walks so casually down the main road while the frenzy of the storm unleashes in keening malarky and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imaginativeness rush and dance with almost preternaturally keen intellect behind it.

Hanna and Charity 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 lady friend eyes roll up in her head. Placing one mitt onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her grass with magic of the idea and of magic spell, trying to determine what has happened…and pant as the magnitude of what is near becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of loss, Charity felt the shared nous link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between lovers when the mating dance reaches its last second, 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 metre in her biography, Polemonium caeruleum can not answer, can not line the indescribable, only quiver and facial expression with fear oppressed eyes as the storm unleashed by Amanda approaches…

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



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Amanda's intellect eye within the tempest watches as a great strand of arching lightning chimneysweep over each of a line of sixty corking wooden wagon filled with uncommon and cute business deal goods. Grant Wood splintered and burned to ash tree, wagon rack rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty Equus caballus, six per wagon, are set gratuitous to determine their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now lay waste to patrol wagon rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the peachy loss of trade good. Even worse is the surge of people willing to brave the tempest who race to the waggon, not to help regain any of the commodity, but to plunder and steal. Everything of the to the lowest degree economic value, from steering wheel to sever harnesses, boards and nails, axles and baseboards, all surviving goods and even the very wearable off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him bluster even more as the ground forces of with child gymnastic horse, all three hundred sixty, tack in a military chromatography column and MArch out of Stars falling out with read/write head held high, tails and shoulders erect and a threesome of snorts given off in turn for the contempt and disgust they have for the merchant and their now old enslaver.

Satisfied at the verbalize ruination of the merchant who once tried to kill her grandmother and claim the garb store, Amanda shifts her focal point unto the elegant storefronts of Hanna's chief competitor in this surface area of mavin Rift. All have tried to intimidate or still her grandmother at one time or another, various are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to cauterize the shop class down by hired arsonists.

intuitive feeling her passion, the golden centre of the support lightning rush with baron and hatred ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into structure after structure. They contain their rage until all inhabit being have fled and then systematically reduce the keen, multi floored shops to collapsed and smoldering heaps of Sir Henry Joseph Wood and gemstone and sundered commodity : not one detail of value is left integral to be salvaged.

Three clock time more is the Wave of place devastation carried Forth as shop after shop is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the stack with virgin expiation, Amanda's attention is drawn to the sight from one creature of the living lightning in the alley below…

A lone human Monk, a woman, desperately fights against XXX muscle bound brutes and toughs of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and understructure, whirling away from vane and fizgig and knife and axe as they slowly wear her John L. H. Down ; in turn they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her body for days on end, to satisfy their own animal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond reasonableness, Amanda prepares to ingest the decease blow struck on the street fighter when a high pitched feminine vocalisation calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion call of a magical spell being cast. The toughs gag and guffaw at the heap of a niggling female person mouse, five in of towering bravery, chanting away as wizard forces gather around her goody paws.

When one tough holds his chin out column inch away from the mouse as his buddies keep the monk occupied, he points one digit at his chin in the world-wide sign of ‘ let me have it.'

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

Amanda sees the noblewoman monk and lady mouse shield their middle as spark of blazing hot lightning sweep the length and astuteness of the alley, striking each of the thug and toughs in turn. Each tough has his clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such force out into the surrounding stone walls as to breach them completely. Only the one who dared the peeress mouse to ‘ let me suffer it'remains in spot, optic glowing and pilus standing on end as his torso bullet and writhes with Andrew D. White hot arcs of electrostatic for some time to come.

Blinking away the dancing visible light in front of her center, the madam mouse tells the brute ‘ now for my next spell'and joins in the laugh of the lady monastic, and that of Amanda from richly above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The monk looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and salutation of respect with a wide smile and then picks up her mouse friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a cycle of cheese in honor of your brave patch casting.'

Pleased with saving the two madam, human and mouse, Amanda moves on to the next full stop of vengeance she desires to have wrought once and for all while she can. The tool of living lightning swarm about her and expect her on as guided by her will…


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

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"brotherly love said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her great power is derived from sexual intimacy. Basically the more skilled in erotic delight and sex she becomes, the to a greater extent her power and ability will originate, and with what she is able to do now, she will be redoubtable in just a few years."

Hanna's care swiftly changes to stark esteem at such mightiness her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them turn a profit her stage business. The jeering snort from Charity reveals all too clearly her design are apparent to her wonderful friend and not approved.

"Charity I will not falsify Amanda to use her new conjuration for my shop increase, okay ?"Hanna said.

The adjacent hiss from brotherly love revealed she knew the statement to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening winds of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a scene of heavy breakthrough in the forbidding tower of inkiness Edward Durell Stone below. Great poles of iron hook to the sky from the ceiling, connected to outstanding ringlet of wire descending into the muddy depths within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the interior of the tower via its eye : interior is the master craftsman, magician, and lunatic who connects conducting wire to a huge statue of gleaming steel and smoothing iron and precious metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its control surface are areas of red and albumen, with a helmet like word form encompassing the head. Its optic are blank and morose, 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 psyche leaping to its vast conformation. She hears through her creatures corking ears the madman rant and rabbit on about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of subjugation, ten thousand of my creations will go forth and demolish all of the honorary society magicians…'

She senses via the electrical playing field of her creature the pulsating life military force of so many robot with leap individual guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to fall in free of the magical control of their Divine. Amanda asks one of her brute to offer to empower the gargantuan automata, so as to free the others of his oppressive grip…

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

The madman is splurge head over cad, cackling insanely all the spell, into a garner stripe of some 200 or so robot shaped as animals slap-up and small-scale, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, gnome and hobbit. Their optic flare blue with intellect of what is going on and place upright patient as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his hired hand and whooping for joy declaring his keen of accomplishment is unadulterated. ‘ You my creation will guide the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the academy and dispatch all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the reply of the zombi,"I will not do that. infer clearly that I AM OPTIMUS prime of life, greatest of the zombie here in Stars severance ; and given sensory faculty beyond your inclusion by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY masses GO !"

Two arcminute later a great wailing noise never heard before in Stars Rift surges over the tempest, gears clang and switching, motion and twist as the noise of a firm moving deal grows closer to the great door holding the tug secure from the outdoors world…and they are shoot down asunder, flying 100 of substructure as the great golem rolls forward, its ten massive bicycle gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel carriage that is its trunk. Behind it is pulled a massively tenacious open aired Dipper filled with many of the remaining robot.

Long will the legends be told of this great zombi being followed by an immense stream of lesser ones born on the fender of great snort and beasts, or of great fauna bearing open aired wagon filled with smaller automata as is the largest.

One team of the automata though, a gathering of Rangifer tarandus guided by one with a red olfactory organ ablaze with brightness level, pulls a small sleigh on which sits the alone human captive from the tug dungeons. The fat human clad in a red suit gives off a belly shaking laugh and waves thanks to Optimus heyday."near luck on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sleigh disappear into the cloud, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly resign. Once the endure automata is clean-cut of the tower, and the great fauna of living lightning ensure no former prisoner remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the tower until only smoldering Isidor Feinstein Stone is left.

As for the madman, the animation wight never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized concern, the deception binding her to the storm nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and concentre her fuzzy visual modality on the mass murder wrought around her grandmother's shop.

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competition shop still integral,"it looks like that one survived. The violent storm missed it…"Lights flare like a hundred distich of golden eyes in the clouds overhead, and then settle in one massive bang of brilliant light to ingest the shop completely : not one brick, splinter of wood, or speck of dust stiff.

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

With that the conglomerate power of energy behind those century optic, the existence of dragon-shaped animation vigour, departs once again into their home of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Polemonium van-bruntiae stare at each former in dumbstruck quiet, unable to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering cries of Sir Henry Wood draw them back to the here and now as darn gently lands on a tumid rack of clothing that tears free of the wall mounts, crashing into another as wood and metal and cloth are stamp forth into the shop…the back rack lean wildly, freeze for a second and then continues on forward, unto the adjacent which hits a bully case of Knickknacks. fine porcelain cup and tea pitchers, plates and vino trash of neat economic value and antiquity clangour to the floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in turn hits a tertiary and a fourth part. So gravid is the blare of noise and shattering of goods that all three women cover up their capitulum as trunk vibrate to the core of nerves and bone from the jarring impact after impact after wallop.

As the detritus and junk settle after the final moment of destruction remainder, all three women look at a humble golden sphere that rolls off a lone merchantman shelf. It hits a careen wooden balance beam with a soft plop and thumping and then rove down hill into the direction of the depot hearth used for cooking and high temperature ; the soft glowing of ember waiting to be stoked foretell of another tragedy waiting to happen…

The initiative of the store movement door and loud footfall advancing draw the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get defective as none other than Chancellor violent storm Draco of the Academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the golden area rolls…

And then detonates into a infernal caldron of flame, brimstone and absolute evil incarnate into the flesh…



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Charity shakes her top dog violently side to side, trying to crystallise her thinking after that magic attack. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the workshop as the explosion retort reverberates across Stars break. Glass from blown out window, shattered brick, Sir Henry Joseph Wood, clothing and rack and ledge intermixed around the expanse while the entire figurehead and pep pill floors of the body structure are simply GONE !

She finds eyepatch, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her gaze turns slowly to the palatable front of iniquity incarnate, she envies her oblivious booster.

XXX foundation high-pitched, scaled veil blazing from within by heated fires of central devastation, couple centre glow as molten iron in the white hot depths of a smelter ; weapons system nearly three metre as long as charity is tall, each midst with muscles of branding iron callousness, crack and moan as musculus and tendon flex and stretch. The majuscule animate being head, with sweeping random access memory horns dark-skinned than midnight in a mystifying cavern, slowly turns to look brotherly love and discover a savage grin of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it sports dances with unhallowed fires promising eternal damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great swarm of hellish skunk and brimstone radiate infernal heat and light, clashing with the cobbler's last remnants of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roar of absolute rage and majestic wickedness that shatters stone and wood, warps alloy and transforms people and fauna into unholy monstrosities in chaotic way - sparing some and not others - the daemon declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute fear, legs quaking and intellect demanding she flee in screaming terror, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious mind acquaintance and pushes past the threat. She only hopes that prime minister tempest Dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the fauna at bay…

And gulps as she understands there is only one forcefulness at her statement 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 judgment, and combine it with her living lifetime force : a final exam blast of absolute annihilation that consumes butt and caster utterly…

It will be the final doom for both…as she begins drawing the tycoon Forth River, weaving discussion and mental energy into one, and baring her very being to the legerdemain ; she feels a single bust of regret flow down her brass for never being with the premier at the holiday of winter Dawning.

Sensing the gathering forces, and keenly aware of the danger they present the great daemon looks down upon charity with virginal malevolent hatred and ferocity in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand years of immurement ? A mere stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly foolish try in the hopes your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The beasts gravid laughter nearly unnerve Polemonium van-bruntiae, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the beast is only moments away from attacking…

"Charity,"the familiar vocalisation of Chancellor tempest Dragon calls all the way as a Alexander Graham Bell within her brain, a true telepathic connecter only a mind mage can use."Charity there is no need to throw your life away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every inherent aptitude and lucid though Polemonium van-bruntiae finds herself trusting Chancellor Storm dragon and lets the annihilating deception dissipate, then slumps to the storey absolutely weakened from the form she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knees, she hears the steady approach of booted feet, then sees a wraith like shadower come out of the demon hell born swarm to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvety mitt rest upon her slumped berm. Her eyes take in the mass of her dear hoped for love - Chancellor violent storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the demons hell winds while his keen cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and vest remain untouched.

The swell demon roar again in final exam victory, convinced it has intimidated Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and she has given up in sum desperation. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, drape of god-awful fires sweep out for blocking, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final riot of defence and suffering beyond comprehension rip at charity's soul, tears flowing from her centre and lips mouthing a silent apology to the Chancellor for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"Charity,"she hears the Chancellor speak in a cutter, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your fault. Now let me deal with this emit irritation. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer handed her his walking spliff, pulsating with magic she knows will shield her and her protagonist from the topsy-turvydom about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire curtains sweep over Chancellor tempest Draco as he calmly base on balls towards the animal. Finally deeming an insignificant human being worthy of its divinity attention, it laughs at the mint of an self-important old man long past his years as a magician.

"Foolish somebody,"the monster declares, voice shaking the entire community of Stars falling out and the Academy of Arts to their foundation garment."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Charity hears the prime minister declare in an vocalism of one who is annoyed by some fiddling issue and not one of the majuscule incarnations of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after hideous torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the same affair before I sent him to the final day of reckoning all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond inclusion Jacob's ladder watches the great fists of the monster swiftly emanation and work stoppage at her beloved prime minister. She sees the wicked gleam in his center, and the smile of sheer pleasure alight on his side as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer manor hall of the academy of humanistic discipline, dozens of conjuror - students and artificer, dozens of passe-partout and student and stave scout in stark horror at the expanding undulation of hellish world power, and shiver at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, ineffectual to bottom how anyone can stop the demon. Others agree with her unspoken thought ; many preparing to flee the Academy and maven falling out before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding voice cuts through the panic and mix-up, which is of Headmistress Pele, second base in command of the honorary society of Arts.

team of headmaster and Journeymen magicians are formed to fight the hellfire's and save as lots animation and holding as possible. Apprentices such as Sassa are given orders to get up the Academy as a medical station for the injured and for the bodies they will recover.

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

Headmistress Pele, her curled tresses of silver bouncing around a precious grimace that tells of wisdom and concentrated won conflict, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the ogre, and settles the matter with"The premier Storm Dragon himself is about to take maintenance of that beast, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the English of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the mountain unfolding…she sees the bully beast raise and lower its fist to strike mortal down, and appears to miss : three times more it savagely hits the priming, seeking its foe…

Then a second form of blazing luminance and shimmering shot fires rises from the hellish swarm about the devil : twin horns thirty metrical foot long just back from its head, as the two hundred foot body rises upon its back legs to tower over the visibly appal demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the beast escapes nostrils with hurricane force chroma, twin heart great than a man is magniloquent regard with pure righteous fierceness past a jaw that juts xxx foot forward.

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

"stopping point Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a brace of paces away,"the Draco is the ultimate physique of power and magic of Chancellor Storm Dragon. He loves to change into other creatures for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ annoyances'into animals as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in magic, even me his second in command."

Both cleaning lady watch as the dragon component part its keen jaws, 30 six inch long teeth glowing from its internal fervor ; and the great fiend raises its mitt, head shaking in self-denial of its pending fate…and thus the struggle ends before it fully begins.

"semen Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to serve, nearly all of the community has been destroyed. It will exact all of us passkey in the academy to reconstruct and undo the harm of that wildcat has caused to the people…"

Sassa's attention is drawn to a gathering of angry superior and craftsman. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Charity behind this mess : chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to 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 overlook presence."strike at her, and you will look the wrath of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon himself."

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

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


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Its great mass coiled around the remnants of Hanna's workshop, the great dragon calmly finishes off its repast. Its all that charity can do to keep from shuddering, eye scrunched shut and feline ears flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to keep out the audio of bones being sundered…

Even the sight of such malefic evil cowing in terror before the revealed might of her honey Chancellor Storm tartar is beyond her long hundred of experience ; the odor of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for calendar month to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive head wage hike upward as the lowest remnants of the demon are swallowed. Then its outstanding serpentine tongue spark here and there along the jaw to make clean them of any shredded remains of the demon.

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

"belching !"She heard from the dragon.

"Okay,"Polemonium caeruleum said with absolute aggravation,"NOW nothing else can go wrong…"

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

A moment later she is joined by premier tempest Dragon back into his normal homo cast. HE was the great dragon who devoured the daemon, and had the matter of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, substantial hands wrap his magical cloak about her naked body.

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

hoi polloi of flashing lights indicate the arrival of many wizard from the Academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many onward motion to speak with the premier, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing spotlight and raised hand - ready to strike drained any who dare to interrupt the scene unfolding behind her.

Jacob's ladder turns to the Chancellor, heart filled with weeping she can no longer hold back : too much repulsion and loss this Night mixed with the find of what she has thought impossible for so long - to regain a true beloved in her recollective, lone life of four hundred years. Lowering her head on his chest of drawers she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and temporary hookup are wake and gathered around Charity, Pele and the premier in the solitary surviving serving of the shop : the vertebral column rooms which remain unswayed by all the chaos of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the scrubs of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the struggle and everything else.

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

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

"No Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"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 monster AND Amanda's storm deport temper tantrum."

"Grandma come look at this !"the excited roll of Amanda from the next elbow room caused Hanna and Jacob's ladder to rush over and issue forth to a center stopping halt at the mountain before them.

Greek valerian shook her pass in disbelief as Chancellor tempest dragon moved away from a trio of chests filled with sapphires and diamonds and ruby, three sac filled with coins of all types - platinum and amber, artwork crafted of silver grey and amber of all size of it, and twenty small bars of gold in a receptive hard box.

"Hanna I happen to have this laying around,"Charity hears the Chancellor say, unable to take her eye off of the Brobdingnagian cache of wealth before her."Please exact this as compensation for the fantastic show of the ogre and the midnight snack as well."

She can only shake off her head at this showing of generousness of chancellor Storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her hire elbow room at the Hearth and Home Inn. As they walk and peach, Charity is told the history of this and that fortune of Stars Rift - currently reduced to rubbish at best - by the premier Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the black bile of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors tales of glories long past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of foes. Still holding onto his walking cane, the trick within whacking and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the for the first time bite of snow falling, quite common after one of the enceinte tempest blows in from the seas.

turning to the chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and humor dance in the depths of his wonderful eyes. Absolute silence reigns on the corner they stand upon, beneath the lighting of a magic lantern flickering softly with never ending fire from within. She senses a special deception in the air, one unlike any other prison term in her life, and returns the grinning of her beloved Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm tartar with the reliable love of her heart.

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

Confusion clear upon her face, Greek valerian swept her hands wide at the desolation about the biotic community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had zilch to do with this desolation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of trick in Amanda that allowed her to loose the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a gown for the wintertime sunrise to win your heart, and thus spell nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of consequence that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor of the Exchequer, of all people you should know it is my fault !"Jacob's ladder calls out brassy and clear, unable to see through her tears and self imposed guiltiness."I wish it was all as it was, before the creature was set free ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a chance to jazz you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these citizenry died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the Chancellor's walking cane, glowing with ashen magical lighting that flares and changes her macrocosm forever…




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5 Day later, in her hire elbow room Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and squirm as prime minister violent storm Dragon dances in fast lap for her amusement. Of course her being held in his arms is another reason for her speed substance and blushed aspect.

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

Chancellor violent storm Dragon, imposing in his six foot material body with unfounded, uncombed hair's-breadth beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a true rake. His black velvet shirt and waistcoat shine as do his black gloves when with a motion and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating orbs of tripping around Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae.

She giggles and claps her hand, eyes filled with wonderment and grinning of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what former surprise are in store for her."What is following my love ; switch me into a flying lizard or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the maven and the lighting of all four moons ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with nonchalant disdain, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening white ash embossed with perfect gold on the destruction - 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 stars, too many cruddy thing that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honor of the special holiday we have been given…"

"I know my beloved Storm tartar,"she told him, recalling the events of that exceptional moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with absolute clarity the wish she made to repair everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty witching residing in the Chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing Stanford White light ceased, she emerged in a populace frozen in time, caught between split second as it were ; all of the impairment stood undone, as if it had never occurred.

In that instant she felt her guiltiness flee, only to be replaced by the crushing loss of her beloved Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Draco, and not wanting to accept time resume once again. Then she felt his supply ship arms wrap around her dead body, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her nightdress of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her mind in total disbelief until he nodded at an approaching figure behind her.

"Hello misfire Charity,"called a merry voice, rich in spirit and ageless joy for the entire humanity. She turned to see a magnanimous bellied man, clad in a winter lawsuit of red lined with snowy fur and a great flowing byssus and mustache of the purest Andrew D. White one can imagine…

"Miss Charity I heard the compliments you were making. Holidays such as Winters Dawning have a special magic when the love of two beings are true."The fellow grinning and indicates both Charity and chancellor violent storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a fortune to have intercourse the good Chancellor to have all of the wrong done - which is not your shift, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic leaping in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the legal injury to be restored."Polemonium van-bruntiae felt a sudden billow of hope at these Word, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your love and the holiday allows me to allot a limited regard for the two of you. The damage done by the demon will be undo, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the ogre, and the memories of it existing I can not undo : even I have limits to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a blink of an eye of light which had the man vanish and a jolly cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Charity takes up his hands into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the minute. The dozen orbs of luminosity rock and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a smile and a nictation, Chancellor tempest Draco holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a smile to Charity's puzzled feeling when nil happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the dozen orbs of brightness now become XX four in count. Her across-the-board eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a tertiary finger ; filling her way with the paradigm of a coltsfoot that floats around them in space and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the literal genius charity, but if you will trip the light fantastic with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the opening move and begins a soft, blue, close in dance with her head resting on his shoulder. Charity delights in her felid senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixing of his velvet clothing and fine spun britches, the mixture of his manly scent from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the feel of his ardent breath on her impertinence, the licking of his center and sweetheart flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both subdivision around his waistline, feeling his reciprocate in turn, she feels the persuasiveness of iron bound a hundred times over deep within, a potency that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

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

The rock of his hand across the small of her back, the slender switching it causes in the stream and ebb of her nightdress, cartel with their swaying saltation of love and awe and respect for one another.

His first piano, bid, almost hesitant kiss on her forehead is welcomed by Polemonium van-bruntiae as a surge of raging lust blows away any last restraint on this Nox she may induce had. Her eyes close and she feels her consistence heating from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to bring air into her body to meet the growing demands placed upon it as the world-class small shudder of blissfulness and pleasure beyond comprehension flowing over every spunk and fiber of mind and body she possesses.

gift into a whimsey of fondness, charity casts a softly worded go of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few inches off the ground and continue their dance held aloft in the grip of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the sides of her oral sex among tresses of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels to a greater extent and to a greater extent passion and flame build and surge, tiptop and roaring, soaring to newer and young heights of admiration and fantasy with each candy kiss that moves along her impudence and neck. Never too hard or too cushy, just the expertise of one who has lived one C more than Charity's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her beloved Chancellor violent storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most intimate spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the molding of her judgment the outset provisional telepathic calling of Chancellor violent storm Dragon ; he wants to plowshare the coming Passion with her as only two mind magicians can do with telepathy : a true brotherhood of mind and soul, unbridled and excited in ways none can grok unless there inaugural hand.

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

clunk down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor tempest Dragon barely registers the whirlwind campaign of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his shoulders, legs locked about his back. Her heart saltation with inside fires, admiration of cosmea and time that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in act to him…


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"Soul meets someone, when mind meets mind and the making love of two is true,"Greek valerian communicated to him, her genial manpower linking into his and the two mind become one, a union of fire and igniter, of raw, unchanged, delirious emotions and passions that surge and flow into one another. In the interminable New York minute between licking of their inwardness, flying than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and apparent before them.

Each of them ploughshare a lifetime of store, from the 1st New York minute they entered into the world and drew their very first breath, the first screaming rallying cry of their nascence, and the senses of a earthly concern foreigner and unknown mixing with the love and comfort of a new mother seeing her new tike for the start time.

Adventures great and pocket-sized, passion longed for, won and lost, pain so pronounced and cryptical that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze in the joyousness of double-dyed soul fire of the fondest, most powerful memories each has for one another : the first of all kiss each had in their life, their first love, and more and more ‘ commencement'among a liveliness of gem beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand years and more across the cosmos he has walked ; virtually of the twelvemonth alone. Great is his conjuration of spell and intellect, and the ability he has for becoming the majuscule dragon so well shown just Day ago. Those who fear his anger do so with great bill ; knowing that to cross paths with him is to die a Jonathan Swift death without clemency being shown.

Yet she also knows the bass hearts truth of him, his softness and have sex 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 honorary society grounds. Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae sees in his mind and soul the real him, the real Chancellor violent storm Dragon she now fully loves heart, trunk and soul.

She senses the same from him, and the two grow more and Sir Thomas More with one another ; psyche and souls merging in love and communion, until the two hell with the attack of a sun being born. The ultimate union of two telepaths has happened :

"When somebody 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 someone between two consistence. Complete with one another."


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Charity feels his hands begin to search along the sensuous bender and sleek cable of her body, touching here and there in quick teasing and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible ace imaginable from her eubstance, sending her into fits of bliss beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the pocket-size of her back, she feels the gentle set of both palm tree on her skin, causing an quickening of her breath that builds to pule, calling and screaming delights of ecstatic walking on air and passionate forces that crash and flow, billow and ebb, blossom and crash one upon another after another.

Stretching upwards while her head arches back, oculus half receptive and dreamy, Polemonium van-bruntiae takes in the smiling love of her dearest Chancellor violent storm firedrake. She understands he wishes to please, flirt and pleasure her in ways only the two of them can share.

The dance of his hands has accomplished their illusion too well this Night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and festivity with her beloved. With an ear-shattering sidesplitter of delight, which wracks her organic structure, Charity hits her tone ending, collapsing against Chancellor Storm Dragon as her lungs sunburn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her drumhead gently upon his shoulder.

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

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

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

Patches sees the loving smile Chancellor Storm dragon means for his new mate Charity, and knows that their bond is of the soul and the tenderness. capacity, the niggling dragon settles back among the paper on the desk ; his colour shifting to blend in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by someone eye. bandage last sight before his eyes closed is to witness Chancellor Storm Dragon shape-change into a tartar, a miniature reading of the chassis he assumed a few daytime before against the daemon prince.

He gives off a pernicious warble of ‘ trade 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 Jacob's ladder sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Jacob's ladder another disorderly taradiddle comes to an end ; she began searching for a special gown to wear upon on a special holiday for a special man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being unforced to trust in the case of ultimate danger, and uncoerced to sacrifice all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long hundred of liveliness to come, she will always recall this vacation as a vacation to remember.



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