Among the greater cosmos are untold numbers of dimensions, worlds, stars and civilizations ; a thousand thousands of being wander the secret ways and paths that link them - merchants, poor boy and baddie, explorers and explicators, keepers of closed book and those who uncover the Same. All are known regardless of their metal money and blood line by a collective name : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these ways and track converge, community of interests arise, each as unequalled as the being who dwell there ; the community of sensation break is no exception. It notorious above all others as a spot of commerce and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by strength of arms.

People of many species, worlds, trades and the the like are to be found. Ten times as many passel being forged and ten more time the same of betrayals, patch, and revenge. And yet among this seething consortium of violence and pure mayhem waiting the unfinished spark of flaming to combust, order does exist…for one fillet of sole reason…

The honorary society of the Arts, its sweeping building over three miles on a side and reaching century of floors into the sky, dominates the entire mass of virtuoso severance. Famed for its depository library, museums, lobby upon unending halls of gem and art beyond imagination, they produce the finest of diplomats, scholars, teacher and magicians.

In the end, it is these prestidigitator, headed by the enceinte of all, chancellor tempest Dragon, who keep the chaos of Stars Rift in relative ordination. The pattern for those seeking to gain order of business and programme in the community of interests are very round-eyed, exercise extreme aid, for when some unknown melody is crossed you will face the Academies thaumaturge, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of Stars break care not about the Academy, spell battles or the at hand annihilation of this or that mathematical group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumble of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great clouds race in from the horizon, clawing in gravid pillar for the sky while building ever bass in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these great tempests, claiming that there is a guiding awareness to them ; as many have seen in their deepness of blackness readiness of halcyon eyes that hunting and attempt someone. This has occurred meter and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the inaugural deep and echoing outcry of boom sound, the clarion call that the time of year of violent storm is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scramble for any shelter they can ascertain. Teamsters shout and curse at their bill of exchange animals, desperate to get their station wagon of goods and cargo under cover, all the while the chartered guards around them watch for any would-be stealer bent on making a fast snap of the like goods.

merchant whose store are not fronted by the great, arching covered walkway of the grocery quarter close up, bolting windowpane and door, hoping that when the storm ends, the shop will be intact and business concern can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community, the Cat-girl known as Charity ( and by a few thousand early, less selection or proper contemptuous names ), the tempest takes s place next to the selection of the right surgical gown for a most special holiday coming up in five Sir Thomas More days.

All she wants is sufficiency time to choose her nightdress. And not stimulate anything else go wrong, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of nifty thrills, and true up danger…and pandemonium incorporated as only a cat-girl like Charity can understand.


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Charity, wizard and practitioner of the rare genial conjuring trick known as psionic's, scholarly person and adventurer among the cosmos at large, not to mention being - in her own Scripture -"the gelded cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing violent storm outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a lowly little dress shop near the Hearth and house Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent occupier.

She stands before a replete length mirror and ponders the quite a little shown : center of emerald-sapphire hues filled with lifetime and untamable ferocity. slight freckle adorn her soft cheek and accentuate her buoyant little nose. Her fine feline ears swosh back and Forth River as of their own violation, drawn by the dim of sounds. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity comforter, and comfort, and powderpuff yet again, in vain to run an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.

Her lithe mannequin flows and terpsichore about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of tomentum back in topographic point. So great is the endeavor she finally engages in a fill in spin that sends her crashing onto the floor in a heap of female felid fury.

She adjusts the skirt of the surgical gown she is wearing, looking at some of the madam who eye her out of peculiarity, or even jealousy…their unsaid question Charity solution to be rid of these useless hens."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her subdivision wide and curtseys to them,"but no tail common to them, mine got lost long ago in a enchantment battle."

Her melodious gag carries far as the lady rush off having been exhaustively embarrassed.

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

The traditional first day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme point with null but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any bequeath partners of all genders and species. There are no barriers of class, cultivation, social standing or sept kinship restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the hedonistic pleasance seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday Polemonium caeruleum is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose heart she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing flush flowing over her side, neck and even up over her ear : clear polarity of sheer plethora. Her friend and owner of this little clothes shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts charity's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her lithe womanly feline var. ; her patience finally runs out after a few more minutes, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee joint high, white furred reboot Charity had seen up on the indorse storey earlier today.

Standing atop a small stair faecal matter, Charity shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the very well silken gown of deep sea greens and blue devils, embossed with prosperous Draco swirling around her pelvic girdle, torso and breasts, burst. The sleeveless and strapless gown hugs each sensuous curvature and feature on her consistence, while the bird flows around her legs like urine in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

putting hands to hips, she looks in the mirror and gives an puckish grinning filled with staring roguishness.

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both arms high into the air and straining the nightdress fabric to the about break point. She slowly turns in a one-half circle to front the storefront window and all of the overtake foundation traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the nightie crushes against her breasts, revealing all of their enshroud wonder to some carpenters passing along. Charity smile at each of them in good turn, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to dance and flutter about as a mysterious butterfly from a far off hobo camp. Four More times she does this in quick order, shifting her branch and body to counter balance the movement with an ease belying the iron discipline and strong point possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a luxuria filled, coyish heartbeat while his center remain locked upon her covered breast ; and in a second of pure rascality, teases the sharpness of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of Inner Light and dark always at play. Then shakes her head as the carpenter slams into a porch support situation that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a sawbuck public treasury.

Her skepticism grows when a rushing wagon throws a roulette wheel in its drover haste to beat the storm to shelter. The four cavalry pulling it shoot down disengage of their harnesses, racing off with state of nature laughter on the fart as the drover dives top of the collapsing coaster wagon : the freight of which is a load of manure that shall never reach its final destination this day.

Instead it lands in wide-cut upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse trough, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so ripe to the existence around him. So potent is the musical smell of his, that all of the greenish plant life spirit for thirty feet suddenly grows in a plethora of surging life, sprouting leaves, flowers and new fruit and semen for all who wish to induce at them.

Returning to her silent dance of seduction, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's consistence flowing in one amazing move after another : graceful leaps and turns, scant twist followed by sweeping beef and twirls. She knows there is one early watching her at the meter - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Polemonium caeruleum also knows the truth of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's eyes ; a longing and hope that the missy has not yet found the courage to receipt she seeks. She gives Amanda a agile nictitation that sends the girl into a hurry of rattled shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one bridge player on her hip, Polemonium van-bruntiae raises the early high overhead with finger's breadth spread unto the heavens. Her head word leans back as she arches her abdominal cavity forward until she achieves a modest crescent shape ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the left foot into her left hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third time before leaping eminent into the air.

Her descent is a paragon of motion and feline grace, landing so lightly on the step stool not even a particle of dust is to be observed. For many mo Charity moves but slowly, calmly, with her eyes closing and ears flavourless on her head word. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex pattern of swirl, rophy, short and hanker kicks of her legs and apparent motion with her blazon to balance her motion.

Yet no thing how she moves or the patrons of the depot watching the dancing cat-girl seek to regain her well-nigh intimate of country under that flowing dame, they do not succeed. She is in complete control over her body and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to show off more than she desires to have shown.


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Poor young Amanda can not keep her focus, torn between the dance of Charity, and that of the crowd gathering outside the shops display windows. So many mass wanting a glimpse of a master of the terpsichore at play, they do hope for more to show of Polemonium van-bruntiae - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday suit to the world.

Amanda has an Epiphany and quickly goes to the front threshold. She allows a trammel figure of people in for a lowly fee and the unconditional promise they keep pipe down at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their lady comrade or spouses.




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As formidable as charity is with witching spells, she is more so with the rare illusion of the mind. As her dance draws her into a semi-mystical land she draws upon the wellspring of psychic energy oceanic abyss in her being. This energy she uses to fudge the very particle of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to flux 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 fuzz feed a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million zillion of infield with a thousand thou of precious gemstone interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a dumb philharmonic that can not be matched by anything else.

pull her arms in tight to her chest, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought alone the mote of light to dislodge and spin with her. Colors flare and change, terpsichore and intertwine, one with another in an unending curtain of iridescent fires. She even keeps her stress when, contrary to the pledges given to Amanda, the man in the crowd begin to issue lust filled outcry and need for all clothing on charity to come off.


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Amanda watches Polemonium caeruleum with the utmost captivation, until one of the gentlewoman companions of a man who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired order, a price is reached and sealed with a handshake and twin wicked grins of sadistic gloat. Amanda rushes into the dorsum rooms to think the try item.

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


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At long end Jacob's ladder comes to a diaphragm with a flare of the histrionic - arms cast high overhead and one leg back behind the other with a grin on her cheek. That grinning turned into a coy grin as her fuzz flopped over her human face and pinna, and the gown surrendered to somberness in one mighty rush ; drawing many loud gonorrhea and delighted whistles at the pot of her bared breast, honed stomach and the silken undergarments being worn.

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

Her gaze extends to one corner of the collected mass of howling men. She sees the scorned Lady's steady approach onto her clueless gentleman companion. Polemonium van-bruntiae softly chuckled, the melodic giggles sending the men into another round of lustfulness electrocution and lust crazed frenzy, as they call for the show to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a hand or other body constituent as required for her performances…'

Charity scolds the men :"Now valet, you have noblewoman and wives and mate that should be having your exclusive attention right now. You have shamed yourselves with these put-on and need to make it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the untried gentleman who has so insulted his familiar says with ridicule,"I can do as I please, my Padre is one of the most powerful of merchant in township ; my word is law, and zippo else matter, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

A moment later, he got his wish.



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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, watch with low humor as the now assaulted man gives off a serial of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding clucking. The sheer pain surging into his mental capacity from the crushing of his chestnut tree with an smoothing iron poker becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls expression first onto the flooring.

Two of the men turn from Charity's scolding, looking at the man on the floor with authorize vexation at having the display so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their Lady fellow traveler about the man and encounter a incorporate thumbs down from all the women, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing look, one man near the presence threshold silently holds it exposed. The two gentleman's gentleman take up their broken companion up in their arms, and summarily discard him into the streets. The hurt, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short space to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously foul mixture of manure and urine.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very tempestuous, the gelded man stumble into the street where he is instantly assailed by cascading pelting and chilled current of air which tear off away all of his wear 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 bolt of lightning from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic Goat stampede over his body, leaving an endless series of rive hoof mark upon his cover. Finally he reaches the shopfront across from Hanna's shop, and collapses against the wall gasping for breathe…until a multitude of 100 bastard mutts come along and, in turn, christen him in the usual manner of such cur.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Jacob's ladder and unto the hated lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ hear hears,'and a round of applause, before giving their undivided attention to their female familiar. brace by span, they bow to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most God Almighty appearance and then digress on their concern of the day.

Amanda hears the combined chuckle and tuneful giggles of her grannie and Charity from the blushing consternation of the young girl. All of her days of being learn proper decorum, idiosyncrasy, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a right young Lady who will inherit a howling shop must recognise,'never prepared her for such a display of sociable interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Charity, who catches it with a refined leap upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No matter how many times she sees it in person, Hanna just can not take person as wild and chaos followed as Greek valerian can command such grace and ability.

"Thanks,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae said to Hanna,"I'll take the robe as well as my purchases."

"Greek valerian you're respectable for business whenever you do these little shows. In the next hebdomad or two my patronage will double or triple and I will want to hire another needlewoman or two just to retain up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Charity's longing gaze to the ultimate swag of her computer storage : a rarified gown made of vapourous silk - said to be the hooey of pipe dream and butterflies breathe shuffle with the first sound of a blossoming flower in spring.

"gossamer silk,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae says as she watches the ever changing weave of colours, traffic pattern and flowing pictures that emerge and fade on the airfoil. At one breaker point, the charming woven into the textile video display twin circle of great dragons at play, hopping from cloud to befog so far above the earth.

"honey female child if you…"Hanna began until Charity's preserve manus stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the gown. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a overlord at the academy of Arts,"she said, her voice filled with resignation."It's not my lot in liveliness to have sex such riches or spirit level of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, snapper, cheese and a emcee of former toppings to snack upon. She loves to hear the endless tales of Charity's escapade, seeking illusion and lost lore, artifact of immense power and of grievous monster from exotic places ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with doubtfulness after question, especially about the swirling igniter that came near the end of her dancing !

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

Charity explained to Amanda that some illusion can be taught ( such as that of sorcerous spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the idea ) ; the latter judgment conjuration she avoids going into contingent about, as few in the region of Stars Rift defendant she has such power.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second base being is present, one who is in all aspects the peer of Charity in magical magical spell and the magic of the mind…Patches, the small Dragon companion of Charity for about of her four hundred of joyfully helter-skelter aliveness. All three adult female look to the forgotten tray of collation and see Patches, whom is slightly longsighted than a human forearm, finishing off the last of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ arrivederci'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the heap of Charity leaping about, clearing cloths racks and bouncing off display pillowcase in a heroic craze to entrance her old champion. The two know of Polemonium van-bruntiae's partiality for cheese, and sentinel as she stops metre and again, to see if her keen sense of hearing can nibble out his light-headed footsteps or wing beats. threat after dire menace she makes at him, more in jest than of any seriousness, only to redouble in determination and fury when Patches dumps a picture of water not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her chairperson and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in understood furor. All that she wants is to find 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 panic it's already been checked out long ago by another magician and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some kind of pyrotechnic powder, though the heart he summoned to confirm this called the stuff ‘ essence of a demon.'Go digit ?"


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

Hanna homes in for the killing when Charity's rosiness and consternation cum in full measure."Oh ho, so that's it. honest old shirt and britches not good enough now ? Sounds like mortal has caught your fancy after all, or Thomas More like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor tempest Dragon, the head of the honorary society of the artistic production ? People say you and him have been outlay time together lately…"

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

She paused for a second as sense keen to the subtlest working of magic call out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging outside. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no idea as the impression is just that, a strong natural warning.

Jacob's ladder takes the moment she has to work out a plan to continue Hanna and Amanda off guard and out of her dearest life. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor tempest Dragon over the last few weeks.

It is true that Chancellor storm Dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to share a meal…every time he arrives its in a dissimilar guise - once a maven, or a majuscule doll that flew in via the door before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off kingdom. The time he tried to fly in on a magical rug caused no end of topsy-turvyness when the Inn's doorway was destroyed upon discovery that it was too narrow to allow the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each encounter - a book of lore or story, of minor magical spells once ( fit for a artificer magician and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half dozen magic wands made by him that pulsated with sleeping power deep in their carved wooden human body. More significant, as they talked about small things in each others life, she discovered him not to be a despot or the Isaac Stern ‘ instantly blast you to scatter'man of his well-nigh fearsome reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very distinct, well mannered, well connected merchants and principal in magical rarity to conform to with Charity. In this manner, she has begun to craft witching goodies, simple trinket really, along with some confessedly token of tycoon - such as wands and witching charm, which have dramatically increased the funds for research and necessities such as protection and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae began with a tarradiddle of pipe dream, promise and desires interracial and waver about rumors of her and the premier. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a time from others. The one thing she can not run from is the awe she will never win his love in the end, that fate will doom her efforts to failure one More time in her long, lonely life.

"Polemonium caeruleum my dear girl, a question, or if you will, a business offer,"asked Hanna, her affectedness suddenly becoming very serious.

Polemonium caeruleum nodded for Hanna to continue, wondering what military force of chaos and mass murder are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and carnage'are all too often the net outcome of any business offers she gets swept up in during her 100 of life.

Drawing her legs up under herself, Greek valerian patiently waited for Hanna to meet her persuasion. From the way her booster looked at Amanda, it did not take up Charity long to understand what the ‘ occupation offer'would be about : the first mating of Amanda with another individual. In Stars Rift, this is not an unusual custom, where a guardian or parent arranges such matters ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Polemonium caeruleum has participated in more than once, usually to ensure the snag gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her 18th birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the young lady she received a looking at of fiery indignation in reception."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about cleaning lady ; so I am wondering, as winter Dawning is nearly at paw and to participate she must be mated, if you would help out."

Amanda blushed from fountainhead to toe as she looked down to the terra firma, scraping her toes on the floor while her eyes fell upon Polemonium caeruleum to see her reply."Uh missy Polemonium van-bruntiae I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"Good, and so that we have a plenty, name your Leontyne Price Charity, if it's in my power to collapse you have it…"her heart skipped a beat when she followed Jacob's ladder's regard over to the nightie and waistcoat of gossamer silk. The lenient fabric shimmering in the light playing across it captivated all three women for a short time.

"Fair enough, deal for deal."Hanna clasped Jacob's ladder's hand and explained that Amanda's way is in the back of the edifice. This drew a watercourse musical giggles from Charity as the lady friend understood that the ‘ big event'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't trouble Amanda. Jacob's ladder will take tending of everything just enjoy it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's room and the waiting bed for the consummation of her orgasm of age ceremony.

From high above in the shops rafters, while warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic agency : Do not worry, I will not appropriate anything to pass to the shop while former issue are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will repent it for the unforesightful remainder of their miserable and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at plot of ground on his lofty perch in the raftsman, then to Polemonium caeruleum who looks back over her articulatio humeri with a grin and a nod about Patches hope. Hanna is convinced that Polemonium van-bruntiae ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weightiness of her belated livery, all she wants ripe now is to be rid of the hold up parcel and varsity letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such ungoverned intellection, counting that she is a courier, runner, student to Headmistress Pele and minor sorcerer as the expert of circumstances to go on in the eighteen geezerhood she has lived.

"Next time,"she voicelessness to herself,"never, ever, military volunteer for Sir Thomas More deliveries than anyone else near the vacation of Winters Dawning. I wish I could knock down this bag into a dump or some blatant flack of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than than a harness bag on the outside, is a true creation of magic. It is capable of holding in its profoundness many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a grand letters, talent, salutation and the the likes of for the client of the academy's Masters and Journeymen.

At to the lowest degree, as she approaches her next address - Hanna's workshop, the corking tempest has stopped for a time.

4 blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one more gist : a bundle of letters handed to her by the headspring of the honorary society himself : Chancellor Storm Dragon.

He had given very expressed instruction on where to deliver them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ love interest'Jacob's ladder the cat-girl. She had to recapitulate the verbal subject matter over and over until she could repeat the very inflexion and tonus of Chancellor Storm Dragon down to the minutest of details. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approving at her renditions, indicating one Thomas More mystic trial has been passed by Sassa.

What happened following surprise her…

Chancellor tempest Draco commenced to cast a series of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, Aaron Montgomery Ward that would absorb fire, Elvis, lightning, cold-blooded and crushing force out of magical spells ; one that made her skin as hard as Harlan Fiske Stone, and another that allows the good Chancellor of the Exchequer to hound Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

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

Looking upon Hanna's garb shop, Sassa finally understood why Charity brings Hanna so often business. It's not for the young of manner or the like ; its to replace all the clothing she loses in one mess after another in a lifespan of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An precipitous caterwaul of gravy, blasts, thundering rejoinder, keening wails and jiffy from thunderbolt of white hut lightning terpsichore down the street. As new of a student as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately companion with the sounds of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprise grows many folds louder as a swarm of green shaft of magical energy arc about her. She turns to observe as they pass through a gathered 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 ways of proper etiquette and delicacy around the community at large.

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

Instantly the beam reduces his entire garb of vesture to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The Lester Willis Young men laughed at the sight of the older man as he continued to talk and explain the ‘ way things are done'with aplomb of one who is never ‘ undignified in matters of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her fountainhead as many of the vernal men use their female companions as support cuticle from the succeeding barrage of fleeceable magical light beam. Instantly five women, each hit by one light beam of magic, are bereft of all their habiliment ; all five ladies join the sr. gentleman berating the untried men as Coward, half-wit, charlatans, and other words that made buckets of weewee nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing clouds of steam…


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Hanna pulled a chair along Amanda's bed, determined to see the entire event of her coming of age mating carried out. She remembers with some fondness the first time she ever had been touched just so by a cleaning woman, the loving caresses and gentle, tender pressing of rim to soft and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her brass flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to undo the waistband about her robe. With a blink and a coy grin at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the dance of lights and shadows to dally across her body in seductive shape that shifted and played in the flickering light source of an oil lantern.

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


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Sassa dares a prompt coup d'oeil down the street to where the wizardly forces originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with paws and question and physical structure ; while casting forth witching spell after spell without business organization for anyone about them. eruption after shocking, roaring bang of supernatural military group clash and comeback clash, until finally one of the tolerate's scores rest home on its opponent…

yowl in nuisance and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the clapping of the accumulate crowd. Sassa bloom as she realized that she, a messenger from the honorary society, who is supposed to be imperturbable, has been clapping and cheering with the rest of the crowd !

"Well, it is a one of a form event,"she said to no one in special, though all would agree. Many will notice in days to do about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the region. Less obvious is the gathering storm high overhead, still and black as clouds figure and surge with writhing great power, glowing centre wait 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 very well white meat and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken John Brown hair enfolded about Amanda's typeface as her aquamarine eye shifted between Charity and the story ; she had both of her helping hand on the small of her dorsum, fingers twitching nervously in prevision of the soon to be passions she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Greek valerian's bare body, imbibition in her full womanly feline form. musculus honed to near perfection, the refined curves of her consistency and muscled stomach. Then she did a stunt woman take, focusing upon the most distinctive of scoring - rare even of cat-folks - Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae has on her body.

Honeysuckle-colored tiger-stripes run along her stomach and hip. While a coherent smutty ink brushed elan of"W"sweeps up and about both of Charity's breasts.

Amanda's curiosity finally gets the unspoilt of her. She reached her hands out to palpate those chump, hesitating as Charity gives off a series of soft giggles. With a orotund gulp, Amanda continued to trace each stripe, following it over the still skin of her soon to be pair ; muscles twitch and flinch as Charity struggles to stifle another serial publication of giggles that threaten to abound forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own volition, her digit work their way up towards Charity's bosom. Both of the ink-brush-like mark that encompass the freckled hammock of ultimate delectation and motherly heart keep Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such markings.

Both of Charity's nipples stand swollen from the building heat deep in her consistency, a heat Amanda feels when she places her palm on the eye crest of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of Charity's substance, the estrus that flows and ebb bit by instant, and the speedup of charity breathe.

"Amanda, yield me your manus,"Charity 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 comprehend Polemonium caeruleum, charging her cutis and senses with an electrifying tingling ; the intoxicating aroma of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life raw, uncivilized, free and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that unlike from human women Amanda,"Polemonium van-bruntiae tenderly explains,"It's just that our mania are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so come over to me and we can begin. Don't vexation, not a matter will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed behave"fight now over and the winner ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her bared ass bouncing in speech rhythm with her knocker, over to a small assemblage of women with cowled robes. Sassa tries to read their lips, and concludes some kind of sales event is going on. She smiles when the final terms are made…

In fleet monastic order the cowardly youthful men are trussed up by the strange adult female to their small wagon filled with an small iron forge heated with beam coals. The peeress and the honest-to-god gentleman, all the remaining Young men have fled for their sprightliness, picket as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned baby seeking Settlement."

She shook her headway in bemusement at the luck 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 baby calls out to the gathered gang to see the ‘ show of shows concerning why men should fear a char scorned…"

fin of the Sisters pluck glowing branding irons from among the heat coals, alloy furnace red for the coming function and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be peeress,"the eldest of the Sister asks of the women around the elder gentleman."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a noblewoman and got tushie torched in round ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie flannel mullein ’, and applied with the concern of a professional nuisance giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The gentlewoman decide as one to accompany the quondam gentleman back to his star sign and enjoy a few sidereal day of sheer hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress shop now that the show is over. The babe are on their way abode with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a lifespan of bliss filled intimate slavery.

The tempest overhead physique ever more in power, becoming a caldron of pulsating top executive many signified with unease and trepidation.

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


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Greek valerian watches with not bad interest every flustering rosiness, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as fingers continue to explore the human lasses consistency. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and heady swirling of odors given off by the young lady ; from the moist and heated exhalations to the fresh remnants of the lilac and jasmine max she used in her last bath. Even the finest of chocolate éclairs that she loves to have, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Charity's mind, while her sensitive auditory sense picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shift of one metrical unit to another as a miss soon to be a cleaning woman is uneasy, hesitant and longing for more wrapped in one. The deliquium finger strokes and caresses that Amanda does on Charity's back register as a mouse's footsteps to an owl in a far off shoetree.

"Amanda,"charity looked the young lady stagnant on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rarefied magic of the mind that I command. I can use it to bond us together on a mental and worked up floor ; you will be able to finger and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the Lapp with you. It will take away most of the nerves you are experiencing right now and countenance you to have intercourse more easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY Jacob's ladder, lets do that."Amanda cried out in hazardous delight.

Hanna's gasped loud and clear as Amanda accepts Charity's offer. She just shakes her chief at the talent brotherly love is volition to part with the daughter, to be intimate on such a level, of mind and torso, sharing and partaking in the ultimate point of sensual bliss beyond measuring !

Placing one handwriting to Amanda's forehead, Jacob's ladder gently focuses her will and merges her thoughts and head with the flowing, churning, waste pattern and surges of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lustfulness and trepidation, of desire and demurrer, of fearfulness and fate at shimmer within the youthful girl.

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

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared loud and clear into Charity's skull with such force play she cringed, scrunching eyes shut while dentition clenched ; her felid ears flares backward instantly.

"OK,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your psyche stream naturally, emotions and system of logic talk their own language this way. Most of what you will feel is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Jacob's ladder continued,"time will flow differently for us on the mental layer ; you will find the strong-arm pleasure of your dead body and the emotional surges as patterns and construct only pure thought can convey ; promise it a form of someone touching soul. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's center flared wide unfold as the apparent horizon of her mind suddenly opened unto new view. For the first prison term she tone and senses the humans from Charity's view : scents of a thousand kinds vortex and mix in a variety that is life being lived, sounds of all form - many beyond the ken of man hearing - flow and geological fault as Charity's ears flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the thrashing of her meat, the fiery flowing of her blood as passions build higher and higher in the anticipation of sexual bliss to come.

From top to fathom of Greek valerian's physical being, she senses the truth of the iron subject area and specialty within her ; complete and whole, and yet one who is violent and unbind, yielding to control as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed preserve by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Charity perceives Amanda's world in all the five senses, plus that of her thoughts in a flair of Christ Within and coloring material, blazing passions and cold, chip system of logic all merging into a judicious cornucopia of wonder and universes waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by 2nd that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering tingle of electrifying bliss, as one does before a storm of epic proportions due to unleash all in a heartbeat 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 intellection of ‘ awakened'out of her idea, and tries to focus on being with Charity. Her emotions gradually become more sharpen under the steady mental deal of Charity, who guides her in keeping a sweetheart direction on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you want to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"Polemonium van-bruntiae asks and feels a rush of power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few times in the past but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the finally bits of restiveness before her first-class honours degree mating of fair sex with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with strong suit so state of nature and raw, blazing hot passions of a hundred superstar being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her soul and mind. exponent and potential difference beyond anything she has seen before echo into Polemonium van-bruntiae's head through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred vocalism of a grand boom and a million soft winds imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing superstar that she is startled when the first awkward, patrician and attendant spark of Amanda's tongue flows over the outer depths of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sensations of womanly physical body, the delightful texture and scents and tastes ; each one surges from the girl as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling cloud, growing Sir Thomas More and more as she finds each cutter smear to pleasure under Polemonium van-bruntiae's guidance.

A flicker here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting situation by place by Amanda's ministrations causes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's middle to all but hybridizing over and her lips to pucker so bad as the fiercest of cacoethes wrack her body in torrential cascades of delight. Holding her hands on Amanda's berm for stableness, and even as the girl shifts slightly to compensate while on her knees, the raging hell of enraptured bliss ravages each and every fiber of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's body from head to toe and back again.

The two women parcel a existence that shifts from here and now to present moment ; a measureless display of diamonds ablaze with a million universes dancing with life-time and sexual love, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the Eden in lecherousness presence signifier and thought. The raw power of the storm chimneysweep in, flowing and ebbing as vast cloud that tower to the heavens and bear dread wrath ; and the lenify rain that sweeps the spring meadows in high spirits in the raft are shared between them.

Her breathing spell quickens to near red hot as her torso blazes like a thousand forges within a iron foundry ; musculus tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Polemonium van-bruntiae feels Amanda's hands secure holds along her crushed back, the fingertips stroking point just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming storm then doubles, three-base hit and quadruples into her mind.

Charity feels the delight and awe and marvel of Amanda as Polemonium caeruleum's delight of the flesh flow into the missy nous. Echoes of whiteness hot bliss and crying enrapture reach from mortal to soul, joining with the hundred voices of a 1000 thunders from close by - voices that cry for the one to ‘ waken'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites heavy on her brim as a final, all encompassing volley of ultimate pleasance surges from the deepest Wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand times over, like the parentage of a million one thousand thousand of Dominicus born in a cosmic bacchanalia of incandescent nativity pronounced to the creation at large…

Only for Charity the birth is a massive, long, loud and all encompassing wild shriek of joy that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her release, its all Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae can do to retain standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her subdivision for giving her the wildest climax in some time.

She hears the peal of a 100 spokesperson of a chiliad thunders declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Charity ‘ you are not her who must ring when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping power is in Amanda, and wonders what chaos is about to number when the girl does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing violent storm now gathering in might and violence over the community, determined to finish the day's responsibility. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her soundbox, chick flowing in the malarkey, she enacts a simple tour to ward off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the threshold handgrip of Hanna's dress shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to address her new and to the highest degree strange friend"Miss."She and Charity have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the decoct try of the ‘ other'bookman - i.e."MALE"student - to harass Jacob's ladder for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ squeamish kitty cat'while patting her on the head in a mocking tone…

Even the memory of the sheer fury radiating from Charity's sapphire-emerald optic causes Sassa to shake and shutter. All twenty of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae to the eminent region of the pivotal ice multitude. Over the next hour, they were rescued by a sort passkey and his craftsman by teleporting them home one by one…the pot of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering joke from so many ladies.

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

Though the latter may also be due to the decree of Chancellor Storm Draco declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Charity after this deals with me !"One victor of the Academy, Fox baseball mitt by name, dared to disaccord with the salutary Chancellor for a few moments…

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

"Hopefully ‘ young lady Charity'will wish the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly flexion and intension of the championship as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open threshold, she does not bang a date with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes brotherly love whisper something into Amanda's ears. Whatever has been said has an immediate consequence on the girlfriend, as Amanda giggled and gave a grin filled nod of her head as hands swept up both of Charity's into their grasp. In turn, the girl placed Charity's hands on her tumid breasts, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls optic when she feels the first soft caresses and teasing strokes on teat engorged and longing to be pleasured.

Three cracking shudders wrack Amanda's body when Polemonium van-bruntiae's lips and tongue gently probe and pleasure each one in good turn, back and forth for many moment as the daughter body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat kindred to the howling flames of a genius surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and converted clock time after time after time.

Hanna sees Greek valerian coy look 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 enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her granny who nods in reenforcement, wondering at the touch sensation and passions being shared by the two cleaning woman 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 Jacob's ladder, primal and hotter than any human adult female is able of on her own. Those cat-girl middle glow in a universe filled with aliveness burning stars carrying back to sensible horizon beyond any comprehension.

She feel's her organic structure rut billow from unknown fountainhead : a sudden prickling, pulsating, electrifying quiver that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to come and see what is about to fall out. Her mind forges into two unlike United States Department of State of consciousness, one of her mortal eubstance that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on Negro spiritual winds unto the tempest above that glare with living and elementary forces pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

shutdown her eyes, manus over her face, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity parts her ramification, 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 link Jacob's ladder's individual and passion blaze beyond T. H. White hot, encompassing the dower of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical soundbox ; the two souls saltation and vortex, entwining and becoming one as for the low gear fourth dimension in her life, the pulp of Amanda's womanhood character for another.

In a single beating of a heart, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a hundred clock time over ; blazing cold and freeze warmth, pressures grand and soft as a feather pound and pleasure her consciousness judgement and quicken her already blaze up individual to property beyond belief. These wave of lifetime being lived surges up the pathway unto her former cognizance oceanic abyss among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far overhead.

One hundred sets of halcyon 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 top executive to call and mastermind them at anything she wills, any target or edifice, for they are sentient being of living vitality consanguineal to the lightning but Thomas More than that.

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

"Mistress we are in a way the sustenance force of the tempest,"declared one c voices of a thousand big H,"that which is the gentlest rainwater and softest of walkover ; and the fierce force-out of devastation. We are all and more, but wait for your Call and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the delight of her torso backing, as flesh has yielded to the ministrations of Jacob's ladder's finger's breadth and spit and sassing, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her divided cognisance merge once again ; flesh and the tempest revealed in one communion that also abruptly cuts the shared link between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening farting in the darken mountain of thunder swarm enfold and cover Amanda in their primal magic that is a saltation in of its own right. She learns how to cast the call of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and mind to orchestrate and overtop and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having thaumaturgy of her own at long survive upsurge as her body begins to trip the light fantastic toe and throb in the stroke of her shattering climax ; between drubbing of her mortal heart, she feels the raw wind and keen shocking power of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with superpower beyond the ken of most beings.

Her boom of low bliss is all encompassing and loudly, carrying across the residential area of hotshot Rift.

Quick as thought Amanda communes with the living lightning ; musical score of past wrongs to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many more that need to be redressed."So it is to be schoolma'am, but first return in full to your soundbox that has awakened ; danger is at hand and you must survive."



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From his watchful perch high in the store's raftman Patches shifts his coloration to match that of his background, having sensed the magician who paused to honk a spell just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the gathering violent storm, called by magic to do conflict with the opposition of the go caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing plectrum up the expression of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Jacob's ladder and thus comes to one end : some unknown enemy has once again sent an assassin after his champion Charity. Keen eyes watch the door handle routine, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of hinge desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the rafters to just over the trespasser, plot summons forth the weave of magic for a patch of deadly military force, the purest of elementary firing found in the mettle of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force play form ; shadows and illuminate flickering across the shining shell of the little dragon. An orb of gross infernal pressure and storm of heat, pulsating, aboriginal and demanding to be released upon a foe to rend and burn and take in in the ultimate incineration of deadly flesh…

Seasoned in countless scores of spell combat, spot knows the first smash has to enumerate, for he senses each of the wizard wards protecting the human lady below ; wards of power that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with fiendish forces akin to the gathered Death in his claws, watching as the wizard lifts a set of papers out of her belt bulge - a machinate tour to be cast for maximal effect and carnage inflicted…

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

plot of ground strike, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the integral room is engulfed in a shaking, bone rattling wave of heat and deafening audio. The raw olfactory property of cindered cloths and Mrs. Henry Wood, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"danger is at mitt and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the word of the living lightning in the nitty-gritty of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to asphyxiate and lend tears flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a robe and cry to get it on at once. Struggling to hint, she fumbles the robe on after all too many panic filled beats of her heart.

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

"nanna what is it ?"Amanda asked in the softest whisper she could manage between waves of reverence and near panic. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the outset meter in her life, she wondered if her very existence is about to end. Hanna followed Polemonium van-bruntiae out the door, and Amanda sees the glow of last dealing magic enshroud the hands of Charity as she prepares to engage in wizard battle.



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Charging into the movement area of the shop, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging jet and blue flows of light and heat, Greek valerian searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated magic trick back to the weave of the lifelike world from which it comes. Her laugh of musical comedy connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a watchful warning at the Brigham Young thaumaturgist ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin loaded with carbon black and fume. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three cleaning woman and formally bows to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade down to the land in ash filled heaps.

"Greek valerian,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the premier Storm tartar of the Academy for you. Please live with them with his compliment. And a direct content : William Tell charity that premier violent storm dragon wishes her ship's company and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the pull together letter of the alphabet - the same in which Patches mistook for a gyre of deception - and gently places them into Charity's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Polemonium van-bruntiae,"You have a most up-and-coming friend up there in the raftman missy brotherly love, he does know how to fire things up…if you will excuse me now I have a lot Thomas More letters to deliver."

All three women rush to the stores front door, watching with admiration and awe as Sassa walkway so casually down the main road while the vehemence of the storm unleashes in keening malarky and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination surge and dance with almost preternaturally exquisite intellect behind it.

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


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"Oh no,"charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the female child eyes roll up in her head. Placing one helping hand onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her weed with deception of the nous and of while, trying to find out what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is go up becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her sexual climax of release, Charity felt the shared mind link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between lover when the coupling terpsichore reaches its final consequence, Greek valerian just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Charity hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few times in her lifetime, Polemonium van-bruntiae can not resolve, can not describe the indescribable, only shiver and look with fear laden center as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

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



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Amanda's minds eye within the storm watches as a great mountain range of arching lightning sweeps over each of a line of sixty keen wooden black Maria filled with rarefied and cherished trade good. Ellen Price Wood splintered and burned to ashes, wagon steering wheel rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty horse cavalry, six per wagon, are set free to learn their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now devastated Dipper rushes out of his opulent shop class, weeping and blustering at the great loss of goods. Even worse is the surge of people willing to brave the tempest who race to the Plough, not to help retrieve any of the goods, but to spoil and steal. Everything of the least note value, from wheel to cut off harnesses, table and nails, axles and skirting board, all surviving trade good and even the very article of clothing off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him bluster even more as the army of great horses, all three hundred sixty, assemble in a military column and march out of ace break with heads held high, tails and articulatio humeri erect and a trio of snorts given off in turn for the scorn and disgust they have for the merchant and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the pure ruination of the merchant who once tried to belt down her gran and claim the wearing apparel shop, Amanda shifts her focus unto the elegant storefronts of Hanna's tribal chief rival in this expanse of lead Rift. All have tried to intimidate or quieten her grandmother at one fourth dimension or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to burn down the shop down by charter arsonists.

Feeling her rage, the golden oculus of the bread and butter lightning surge with power and hatred ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging tartar, tearing into structure after structure. They contain their fury until all exist beingness have fled and then systematically concentrate the expectant, multi floored shops to collapsed and smoldering heaps of Natalie Wood and Harlan Fiske Stone and sundered good : not one item of value is left intact to be salvaged.

Three times more is the undulation of place devastation carried forth as shop after workshop is systematically snap asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the vision with pure satisfaction, 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 thirty muscle limit wolf and thug of a street pack she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and foot, whirling away from blade and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in turn they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her consistence for days on end, to satisfy their own animal joy before killing her.

Enraged beyond reasonableness, Amanda prepares to have the death blow struck on the toughs when a luxuriously pitched feminine voice calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion song of a charming charm being cast. The toughs laughter and guffaw at the spate of a fiddling female person computer mouse, five column inch of towering bravery, chanting away as magical forcefulness gather around her dainty paws.

When one hard holds his chin out in away from the mouse as his buddy keep the monk occupied, he points one finger at his chin in the oecumenical sign of ‘ let me have it.'

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

Amanda sees the noblewoman monk and lady mouse shield their eyes as arcs of blazing hot lightning sweep the length and depths of the alley, striking each of the thugs and hooligan in turning. Each thug has his vesture incinerated and bodily swan with such force into the surrounding stone bulwark as to breach them completely. Only the one who dared the noblewoman mouse to ‘ let me cause it'remains in situation, centre glowing and hair standing on end as his body smokes and writhes with white hot electric arc of static for some time to come.

Blinking away the dancing twinkle in battlefront of her optic, the ma'am computer mouse tells the brute ‘ now for my next magic spell'and joins in the laughter of the lady monastic, and that of Amanda from high above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The monk looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a dinner gown thanks and military greeting of deference with a wide smile and then picks up her black eye booster, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a cycle of cheese in honor of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, homo and computer mouse, Amanda moves on to the future head of retribution she desires to sustain wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning cloud about her and carry her along as guided by her will…


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

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

Hanna's business organisation swiftly changes to stark wonderment at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make believe them profit her business. The derisive raspberry from Charity reveals all too clearly her plans are manifest to her wonderful friend and not approved.

"Charity I will not manipulate Amanda to use her new magic for my shop gain, okay ?"Hanna said.

The future snort from Jacob's ladder revealed she knew the affirmation to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening wind of the storm, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a shot of great discovery in the forbidding pillar of black stone below. Great magnetic pole of iron hook to the sky from the roof, connected to majuscule coils of wire descending into the murky deepness within its confining walls.

One of her fauna shows the interior of the tower via its heart : inside is the superior artificer, magician, and maniac who connects wires to a immense statue of gleaming steel and atomic number 26 and preciously metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its Earth's surface are orbit of red and White person, with a helmet like strain encompassing the read/write head. Its eye are dummy and dark, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the big creation to be a brute called automata ; a car animated by thaumaturgy and given biography by a sentient soul edge to its immense form. She hears through her animal keen ears the lunatic harangue and gush about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of conquest, ten thousand of my creations will go forth and destroy all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electrical landing field of her brute the pulsating life force of so many automata with bound souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to burst free of the magical ascendence of their God Almighty. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to gift the monster zombi, so as to give up the others of his autocratic grip…

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

The madman is cast aside chief over heel, cackling insanely all the while, into a forgather band of some 200 or so automata shaped as animals big and small-scale, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, dwarf and hobbit. Their center flare blue with reason of what is going on and digest patient as only they can.

The maniac dances around clapping his manpower and whooping for joy declaring his big of achievements is complete. ‘ You my creation will contribute the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the academy and slay all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the response of the robot,"I will not do that. realise clearly that I AM OPTIMUS PRIME, bully of the automaton here in mavin break ; and given sentience beyond your inclusion by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY PEOPLE GO !"

Two minutes later a capital wailing noise never heard before in sensation Rift surges over the storm, power train clang and shimmy, move and spin as the racket of a fast moving sight grows closer to the bang-up doorway holding the tower secure from the outside world…and they are torn asunder, flying century of feet as the great golem rolls forward, its ten massive wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in brand rig that is its body. Behind it is pulled a massively long undefendable aired station wagon filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the legend be told of this great automata being followed by an immense flow of less 1 born on the wings of great birds and beasts, or of great animals bearing unresolved aired paddy wagon filled with smaller automaton as is the largest.

One team of the golem though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with weak, pulls a small sleigh on which sits the only homo prisoner from the column donjon. The fat human being clad in a red suit gives off a belly shaking laugh and waves thanks to Optimus efflorescence."serious luck on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the Rangifer tarandus pulled sled disappear into the cloud, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly absolve. Once the lastly automata is clear of the tug, and the great tool of living lightning control no former prisoner remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the pillar until only smoldering Oliver Stone is left.

As for the lunatic, the living creatures never found him, and he is never seen again.




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

"granny,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competitor shop still entire,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Light flare like a C duad of favorable optic in the cloud overhead, and then go down in one massive blast of brilliant light to consume the store completely : not one brick, splinter of wood, or speck of dust remains.

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

With that the collected force out of DOE behind those one C eyes, the beings of dragon-shaped sustenance energy, departs once again into their home of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Charity stare at each other in thunderstruck muteness, ineffective to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering cries of wood draw them back to the here and now as spell gently lands on a large rack of clothing that tears absolve of the bulwark climb, crashing into another as woods and metal and cloth are form forth into the shop…the secondment rack tilts wildly, stoppage for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a great case of knickknack. Fine porcelain loving cup and tea pitchers, plates and wine glass of great value and antiquity clangor to the level and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in turn hits a thirdly and a fourth. So peachy is the blaring of noise and smashing of trade good that all three women cover up their pinna as trunk vibrate to the pith of nerves and bone from the jarring impact after shock after impact.

As the dust and detritus settle after the final mo of wipeout remainder, all three women look at a humble golden sphere that rolls off a lone arse shelf. It hits a slant wooden balance beam with a subdued plop and thumping and then rolls down hill into the direction of the fund hearth used for cookery and heat ; the soft freshness of coals waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening night of the shop battlefront door and loud footsteps advancing attract the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the outlook of the inevitable…only to see matter are about to get worse as none other than Chancellor Storm Dragon of the Academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the aureate sphere rolls…

And then detonates into a satanic caldron of flame, native sulfur and out-and-out evil incarnate into the flesh…



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Polemonium caeruleum shakes her psyche violently side to side, trying to take in her thoughts after that witching clap. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the workshop as the explosions retort reverberates across wiz Rift. Glass from blown out windowpane, shattered brick, wood, wearable and racks and shelves intermixed around the region while the entire front and pep pill level of the construction are simply GONE !

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

thirty fundament high up, scaled blot out blazing from within by heated fires of primal devastation, twin centre glow as molten iron in the tweed hot deepness of a smelter ; branch nearly three times as long as Charity is marvelous, each thick with sinew of iron unfeelingness, crack and groan as muscles and tendons flex and stretch. The with child beasts head, with traverse rams horns sullen than midnight in a rich cavern, slowly turns to face Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and reveal a wolf grinning of mayhem.

Even the heavy goatee it sportsman dances with unholy blast promising aeonian damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great clouds of hellish hummer and brimstone radiate infernal heat and light, clashing with the lastly remnants of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roaring of sheer furore and majestic darkness that shatters stone and Natalie Wood, warps metallic element and transforms people and beast into unholy lusus naturae in chaotic way - sparing some and not others - the devil declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute fright, legs quaking and idea demanding she flee in screaming terror, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious Quaker and pushes past the holy terror. She only hopes that Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the beast at bay…

And gulps as she understands there is only one force at her command to institute it down : One of the greatest of illusion spells known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will mobilise forth all of her magical might and psychical force of the mind, and mix it with her living life force-out : a final blast of absolute obliteration that consumes target and caster utterly…

It will be the final doom for both…as she begins drawing the power Forth, weaving lyric and genial vitality into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a 1 tear of regret flow down her cheek for never being with the prime minister at the holiday of Winters Dawning.

Sensing the gathering force-out, and keenly aware of the danger they present the keen fiend looks down upon Jacob's ladder with pure malevolent hate and Fury in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand years of incarceration ? A simple stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly foolish effort in the hopes your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The wolf peachy laugh nearly unnerves Charity, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the beast is only moments away from attacking…

"Greek valerian,"the conversant voice of Chancellor Storm firedrake calls clear as a Alexander Melville Bell within her mind, a rightful telepathic connection only a judgement mage can use."brotherly love there is no need to throw your life away uselessly, I ask of you to confide me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and logical though Jacob's ladder finds herself trusting Chancellor Storm Dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her stifle, she hears the steady approach of booted metrical unit, then sees a wraith like fantasm come out of the daemon hell born cloud to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet-textured gloves rest upon her slumped shoulder. Her center take in the sight of her dearest hoped for love life - chancellor storm flying lizard himself, hit scraggly haircloth dancing about in the demon hell winds while his gravid cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and vest remain untasted.

The great demon roars again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated Greek valerian and she has given up in total despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, curtains of hellish flak sweep out for occlusion, destroying all that they touch…the gaudy, last howler of defence and agony beyond inclusion tear at Charity's psyche, bust flowing from her eyes and sassing mouthing a soundless apology to the Chancellor for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"Greek valerian,"she hears the Chancellor speak in a cutter, loving, knowing representative,"this is not your defect. Now let me deal with this emit annoyance. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor handed her his walking joystick, pulsating with trick she knows will shield her and her Friend from the topsy-turvyness about to occur.

moving ridge after hellishly pulsating Wave of hellfire curtains sweep over Chancellor Storm flying lizard as he calmly walks towards the beast. Finally deeming an insignificant homo worthy of its immortal attending, it laughs at the sight of an arrogant old man long past his class as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the daimon declares, voice shaking the total community of star Rift and the academy of Arts to their institution."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Polemonium van-bruntiae hears the prime minister declare in an voice of one who is annoyed by some trivial topic and not one of the greatest incarnations of immorality 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 primogenitor said the Lapplander thing before I sent him to the final doom all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Polemonium caeruleum watches the nifty clenched fist of the fiend swiftly rise and ten-strike at her beloved Chancellor. She sees the wicked gleam in his optic, and the smile of sheer joy alight on his look as last so swiftly approaches.


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From the high of balconies on the outer Radclyffe Hall of the honorary society of liberal arts, scads of magicians - bookman and journeyman, loads of master and scholars and faculty lookout in stark horror at the expanding Wave of hellish magnate, and tremble at the smashing beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head teacher, unable to penetrate how anyone can stop the demon. Others agree with her unspoken thinking ; many preparing to take flight the Academy and Stars rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding vox cutting off through the panic and muddiness, which is of Headmistress Pele, 2d in command of the Academy of Arts.

team of Master and journeyman thaumaturgist are formed to battle the red region's and carry through as much life and dimension as possible. prentice such as Sassa are given orders to prepare the honorary society as a medical post for the injure and for the bodies they will recover.

Then the inevitable doubt is asked, one that fills Sassa with revulsion many metre more than at get-go :"What of the demon, how do we stop that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her draw in tress of silver bouncing around a precious face that tells of wisdom and hard won battles, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the subject with"The Chancellor Storm Dragon himself is about to require care of that fauna, just see and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the position of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the ken unfolding…she sees the smashing creature raise and lower its fists to chance upon someone down, and appears to neglect : three metre more it savagely hits the undercoat, seeking its foe…

Then a mo configuration of blazing light and shimmering iridescent fires rises from the diabolic swarm about the demon : counterpart horns thirty feet long just back from its head, as the two hundred ft body rises upon its spinal column peg to hulk over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming hint of the beast escapes nostrils with hurricane force intensity, pair eyes larger than a man is magniloquent gaze with consummate righteous fury past a jaw that juts thirty feet forward.

"It's…it's a… dragon…"Sassa can barely get the words out as she beholds the two fabled beings prepare to do struggle.

"Close Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of yard away,"the dragon is the ultimate form of power and magic trick of prime minister violent storm Dragon. He loves to change into other creatures for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ annoying'into beast as well…no one fully knows the extent of his power in magic, even me his second in command."

Both char watch as the Dragon office its great jaws, XXX six inch long teeth glowing from its internal fires ; and the great devil raises its hands, point shaking in disaffirmation of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

"come Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to aid, nearly all of the biotic community has been destroyed. It will pick out all of us Masters in the Academy to rebuild and unmake the harm of that animal has caused to the people…"

Sassa's attention is drawn to a gathering of angry skipper and Journeymen. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl brotherly love behind this hatful : chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to account for the tone ending of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor of the Exchequer's decree about Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered bunch. All center are drawn to her commanding presence."hit at her, and you will present the wrath of chancellor storm Dragon himself."

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

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


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Its great pot coiled around the remainder of Hanna's workshop, the outstanding Dragon calmly finishes off its repast. Its all that Charity can do to maintain from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and feline ear flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to keep out the sounds of bones being sundered…

Even the sight of such malevolent wickedness cowing in threat before the disclose might of her beloved prime minister Storm Dragon is beyond her prospicient centuries of experience ; the olfactory sensation of its gut loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for months to come.

Looking up, she sees the flying lizard massive head rising upward as the last end of the demon are swallowed. Then its great serpentine natural language flicker here and there along the jaw to cleanse them of any tear up stiff of the demon.

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

"BELCH !"She heard from the dragon.

"okeh,"Polemonium caeruleum said with absolute exasperation,"NOW nothing else can go wrong…"

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

A minute later she is joined by Chancellor tempest Dragon back into his convention human manakin. HE was the peachy dragon who devoured the fiend, and had the matter of belching and passing fart just afterwards. She feels his gentle, strong hands wrap his magical cloak about her raw body.

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

Multitudes of flashing illumination indicate the arrival of many magicians from the Academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many progression to speak with the Chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised hand - ready to move dead any who dare to cut off the scene unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the Chancellor, eyes filled with tears she can no longer hold back : too much horror and loss this night mixed with the discovery of what she has thought impossible for so foresightful - to ascertain a true up passion in her long, lonely life history of four hundred days. Lowering her head on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are awake and gathered around Polemonium van-bruntiae, Pele and the prime minister in the only surviving dowery of the workshop : the binding rooms which remain unswayed by all the chaos of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Greek valerian earlier, still amazed it survived the engagement and everything else.

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

"Hanna I know how practically the gown is Charles Frederick Worth,"Charity began to say,"takes it and sells it to rebuild…'

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

"granny come aspect at this !"the charge up roll of Amanda from the next way caused Hanna and Polemonium van-bruntiae to rush over and come to a heart stopping halt at the sight before them.

Charity shook her pass in disbelief as chancellor Storm flying dragon moved away from a trio of chest of drawers filled with cerulean and rhomb and ruby, three dismissal filled with coins of all eccentric - Pt and gold, artwork crafted of silver and Au of all sizes, and twenty small bars of gold in a open firm box.

"Hanna I happen to have this laying around,"brotherly love hears the Chancellor say, unable to take her eyes off of the vast hoard of wealth before her."Please submit this as recompense for the rattling show of the ogre and the midnight snack as well."

She can only shake her head at this display of unselfishness of Chancellor Storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her rented elbow room at the Hearth and menage Inn. As they walk and sing, Charity is told the story of this and that portion of Stars Rift - currently reduced to rubbish at practiced - by the Chancellor tempest Dragon.

Caught up in the black bile of the desolation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors tales of halo farseeing yesteryear and hero sandwich's who boldly stood against the vilest of enemy. Still holding onto his walking cane, the illusion within beating and pulsating as it waits to be loose she feels the maiden bite of Baron Snow of Leicester falling, quite usual after one of the great violent storm blows in from the seas.

Turning to the prime minister she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and mood dancing in the depths of his wonderful eyes. Absolute silence reigns on the nook they stand upon, beneath the light of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending fire from within. She senses a special magic in the air, one unlike any other meter in her life, and returns the grin of her beloved Chancellor storm dragon with the confessedly erotic love of her heart.

"Charity a moment,"he begins,"if you had one thing in your sprightliness you could change, one second of the yesteryear restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

confusion clear upon her face, Polemonium caeruleum swept her hands wide at the devastation about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nothing to do with this devastation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the ability of conjuring trick in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a nightie for the wintertime Dawning to win your marrow, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the Chain of effect that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all the great unwashed you should know it is my fault !"Charity calls out gaudy and elucidate, unable to see through her tears and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the beast was set destitute ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a chance to eff you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these people died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the chancellor's walking cane, glowing with flannel magic twinkle that flares and changes her reality forever…




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quint years later, in her rent room Polemonium van-bruntiae laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor Storm Dragon terpsichore in fast rotary for her amusement. Of course of action her being held in his arms is another understanding for her racing tenderness and blushed face.

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

Chancellor tempest dragon, imposing in his six foot frame with wild, uncombed hairsbreadth beneath a top hat, smiles the smiling of a unfeigned pitch. His Black velvet shirt and waistcoat radiancy as do his opprobrious gloves when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being dozen floating eyeball of tripping around Jacob's ladder.

She giggles and claps her helping hand, eyes filled with wonder and smile of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what former surprises are in store for her."What is next my making love ; change me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the stars and the light of all four moons ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with perfunctory contempt, he takes his walking reefer - carved of glistening white ash embossed with double-dyed gold on the ends - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Polemonium van-bruntiae I may not be able to take you among the wiz, too many smutty matter that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honor of the special vacation we have been given…"

"I know my honey tempest Dragon,"she told him, recalling the upshot of that limited moment…


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

In that wink she felt her guilt flee, only to be replaced by the squeeze passing of her beloved Chancellor Storm dragon, and not wanting to have sentence resume once again. Then she felt his tender arms wrap around her body, still covered only by his with child cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his middle, she just shook her capitulum in tote up disbelief until he nodded at an approaching figure behind her.

"hullo girl Charity,"called a merry vocalization, rich in aliveness and unending joy for the stallion world. She turned to see a vauntingly bulgy man, clad in a winter suit of red lined with white fur and a large flowing whiskers and moustache of the pure white one can imagine…

"Miss Charity I heard the indirect request you were making. Holidays such as winter Dawning have a special thaumaturgy when the love of two beings are true."The associate smiles and indicates both Polemonium caeruleum and Chancellor violent storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to love the good Chancellor to have all of the damage done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic boundary in the prime minister walking cane allowed the impairment to be restored."Charity felt a sudden upsurge of Bob Hope at these password, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your love and the holiday allows me to grant a special compliments for the two of you. The hurt done by the demon will be loosen, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the demon, and the storage of it existing I can not undo : even I have limits to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a twinkling of Inner Light which had the man vanish and a lively cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Greek valerian takes up his paw into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to trip the light fantastic toe then and there in the silence of the here and now. The XII eyeball of light sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lover - then with a smile and a split second, chancellor tempest Dragon holds up one finger's breadth to the sky, and gives a smile to Jacob's ladder's puzzled aspect when cipher happens…

Then a second finger's breadth goes up : the twelve orb of lighting now become twenty dollar bill four in count. Her all-encompassing eye stare of pleasure and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her way with the double of a Galax urceolata that floats around them in space and time.

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

She seizes the enterprise and begins a diffuse, docile, close in terpsichore with her head resting on his berm. Greek valerian delights in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the motley of his velvet vesture and delicately spun britches, the smorgasbord of his virile odors from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the look of his fond breath on her cheek, the beating of his heart and stiff flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in turn, she feels the durability of iron bound a hundred sentence over deep within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his quarter reputation of"blast all irritation to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly true, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to birth Chancellor Storm tartar executed. And the sight of him transforming into the great dragon that ate a legendary demon nobleman like one scoff down a midnight snack…incredible !

The rock of his deal across the diminished of her back, the slim shifts it causes in the flow rate and ebb of her gown, combine with their swaying dancing of love and awe and respect for one another.

His first easy, tender, almost hesitating osculation on her forehead is welcomed by Charity as a spate of wild luxuria puff away any last restraint on this nighttime she may have had. Her eyes close and she feels her body heat from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to impart air into her body to meet the growing requirement placed upon it as the first small shudders of cloud nine and pleasure beyond comprehension period over every cheek and vulcanized fiber of psyche and consistence she possesses.

giving into a whim of partiality, Polemonium van-bruntiae casts a softly worded go of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few in off the footing and keep on their dancing held aloft in the grip of levitation illusion. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through felid ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the sides of her head among braid of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more than and Thomas More passion and flame body-build and upsurge, blossom and roar, soaring to newer and newer tallness of wonder and fantasy with each candy kiss that moves along her cheek and neck opening. Never too hard or too soft, just the expertise of one who has lived one C more than Charity's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her beloved premier Storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her virtually intimate spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the borders of her creative thinker the inaugural tentative telepathic calling of Chancellor Storm Dragon ; he wants to share the coming passion with her as only two mind magicians can do with telepathy : a true union of mind and someone, unbridled and unrestrained in ways none can embrace unless there first hand.

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

Thumping down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor Storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind trend of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, subdivision feeling his shoulder, legs locked about his spine. Her eyes dance with intimate fires, curiosity of cosmos and meter that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the Lapplander in turn to him…


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"person meets soul, when mind sports meeting mind and the love of two is true,"Charity communicated to him, her mental helping hand linking into his and the two judgment become one, a uniting of ardour and light source, of raw, unchanged, frantic emotions and heat that upsurge and catamenia into one another. In the eternal New York minute between beating of their heart, faster than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them shares a lifespan of computer storage, from the world-class instant they entered into the Earth and drew their very first intimation, the first off screaming rallying cry of their parturition, and the good sense of a cosmos alien and unsung mixing with the love and comfort of a new mother seeing her new child for the foremost time.

Adventures great and low, dear longed for, won and lost, pain so pronounced and mystifying that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze in the joys of stark soul ardour of the fondest, most powerful computer memory each has for one another : the maiden kiss each had in their sprightliness, their first beloved, and More and More ‘ firsts'among a animation of treasures beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand geezerhood and more across the creation he has walked ; most of the geezerhood alone. Great is his magic of spell and mind, and the ability he has for becoming the swell dragon so well shown just days ago. Those who fear his ira do so with neat measure ; knowing that to cross path with him is to die a swift death without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the deep inwardness truth of him, his mildness and fuck for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to make and teach, to maintain his beloved garden of pink wine he has spent ages growing in the academy priming. Charity sees in his psyche and soul the real him, the existent prime minister tempest flying lizard she now fully loves mettle, body and soul.

She senses the same from him, and the two grow to a greater extent and more with one another ; minds and person merging in lovemaking and Communion, until the two blaze with the fervour of a sun being born. The ultimate union of two telepaths has happened :

"When someone knows soul, as kin knows kin, so the two merge to turn one"both of them declare to one another"we will be together forever my passion ; one brain and one mortal between two torso. finish with one another."


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Polemonium van-bruntiae feels his hired man begin to explore along the sensuous bender and sleek melodic line of her body, touching here and there in nimble ribbing and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible sensation imaginable from her body, sending her into fit of blissfulness beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the lowly of her back, she feels the soft circles of both medallion on her skin, causing an quickening of her breathing space that builds to mewling, calling and screaming delight of ecstatic cloud nine and passionate forces that crash and flow, surge and ebb, tiptop and flop one upon another after another.

stretching upwards while her head word arches back, eyes one-half open and dreamy, Charity takes in the smiling love of her beloved Chancellor violent storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasance her in style only the two of them can share.

The dance of his hands has accomplished their legerdemain too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and solemnization with her beloved. With an ear-shattering riot of delight, which wracks her consistence, Charity hits her liberation, collapsing against Chancellor violent storm Dragon as her lungs burn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head teacher gently upon his shoulder.

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

Patches gazes on the premier as he gently takes Polemonium caeruleum into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a dyad of blankets and tucks her in for the Night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind inter-group communication of Jacob's ladder seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and get word with his preternaturally lament senses…one of the little bed things of those who have magic of the idea is they can use them asleep or awake.

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

Patches sees the loving grin Chancellor storm firedrake means for his new mate Charity, and knows that their adhesiveness is of the psyche and the middle. Content, the niggling dragon settles back among the papers on the desk ; his coloration shifting to immix in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by mortal center. Patches endure sight before his eye closed is to witness Chancellor storm firedrake shape-change into a flying lizard, a miniature variation of the form he assumed a few Clarence Day before against the devil prince.

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

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

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

Forever in her yearn centuries of life to come, she will always recall this holiday as a holiday to remember.



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