Among the greater cosmea are untold numbers of property, populace, sensation and civilizations ; a thousand thousand of organism wander the secret ways and paths that link them - merchants, heroes and baddie, adventurer and explicators, keepers of secrets and those who uncover the Lapplander. All are known regardless of their metal money and origin by a collective gens : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these manner and track converge, communities arise, each as unequaled as the beings who dwell there ; the biotic community of mavin rift is no exclusion. It notorious above all others as a place of Commerce and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

masses of many species, worlds, barter and the comparable are to be found. Ten times as many peck being forged and ten more sentence the same of betrayals, plots, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of violence and pure havoc waiting the unembellished discharge of flame to combust, order does exist…for one sole reason…

The academy of the humanities, its swing edifice over three international mile on a side and reaching hundred of level into the sky, dominates the intact raft of genius Rift. Famed for its subroutine library, museums, halls upon unending halls of hoarded wealth and art beyond imagination, they produce the finest of diplomats, learner, teachers and magicians.

In the end, it is these wizard, headed by the expectant of all, chancellor Storm Dragon, who keep the pandemonium of Stars severance in relative society. The principle for those seeking to come along schedule and program in the community of interests are very dewy-eyed, practise extreme care, for when some unsung occupation is crossed you will face the Academies necromancer, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the indweller of wizard Rift care not about the Academy, go battles or the impending annihilation of this or that mathematical group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumbling of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great clouds slipstream in from the horizon, clawing in great tower for the sky while building ever bass in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling flock that dances with hellishly vivid cool-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these great tempests, claiming that there is a guiding sense to them ; as many have seen in their deepness of blackness set of favourable center that hunt and seek mortal. This has occurred time and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the first off deep and echoing calls of nose drops sound, the clarion call that the season of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scramble for any shelter they can find. trucker shout and curse at their bill of exchange animals, desperate to get their police van of trade good and load under cover, all the while the hired guards around them watch for any manque thieves bent on making a fast cunt of the Same goods.

Merchants whose shops are not fronted by the great, arching covered walkways of the market one-fourth close up, bolting Windows and threshold, hoping that when the tempest ends, the workshop will be inviolate and business can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the biotic community, the Cat-girl known as Charity ( and by a few thousand other, less choice or proper diss names ), the violent storm takes second place next to the selection of the right gown for a most exceptional holiday coming up in five to a greater extent days.

All she wants is enough time to choose her gown. And not have anything else go 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 great boot, and true danger…and chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like Greek valerian can understand.


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Polemonium caeruleum, magician and practitioner of the rarefied genial magic known as psionic's, student and adventurer among the existence at declamatory, not to bring up being - in her own quarrel -"the cutest cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing tempest outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a modest little dress store near the Hearth and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a full duration mirror and ponders the sight shown : center of emerald-sapphire hues filled with life and untamable furiousness. slim freckles adorn her soft boldness and accentuate her chirpy little nose. Her fine feline ears swish back and forth as of their own violation, drawn by the faintest of strait. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity puffs, and drag, and blow yet again, in vain to motivate an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.

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

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

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

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

The traditional maiden day of the business deal season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme point with nada but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing pardner of all gender and species. There are no roadblock of class, polish, social standing or family kinship restraining any such yoke ; yet there are among the hedonic delight seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming vacation brotherly love is no elision. She seeks to bed one man whose philia 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 face, neck and even up over her ears : assoil sign of sheer plethora. Her friend and owner of this little dress shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts charity's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her lissome womanly feline form ; her patience finally runs out after a few Sir Thomas More minutes, and asks Hanna to go and get some articulatio genus high gear, white furred reboot Polemonium van-bruntiae had seen up on the second floor earlier today.

Standing atop a pocket-sized step stool, Charity shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the all right silklike gown of deep sea greens and blue devil, embossed with golden Draco swirling around her hip, torso and breasts, scene. The sleeveless and strapless gown hug each sensuous curve and feature article on her body, while the doll flows around her legs like water in a current swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

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

kick off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both arms high into the air and straining the gown fabric to the about breaking point. She slowly turns in a half circle to look the storefront windowpane and all of the egest ft traffic.

deflexion slightly backwards, the gown crushes against her breasts, revealing all of their cover wonderment to some carpenters passing along. Polemonium van-bruntiae smiling at each of them in turn, and kicks one leg heights into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to trip the light fantastic and flutter about as a mysterious butterfly from a far off hobo camp. Four more times she does this in quick order, shifting her coat of arms and body to counter balance the campaign with an simplicity belying the branding iron correction and strength possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a lust filled, coyish wink while his middle remain lock upon her covered breast ; and in a mo of pure shenanigan, teases the boundary of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of light and shadow always at turn. Then shakes her head as the carpenter barb into a porch backup station that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse trough.

Her disbelief grows when a hurry Big Dipper throws a wheel in its herdsman haste to bunk the storm to shelter. The four buck pulling it tear discharge of their harnesses, racing off with wild laughter on the breaking wind as the drover dives clean-cut of the collapsing wagon : the cargo of which is a load of manure that shall never reach its final name and address this day.

Instead it lands in full phase of the moon upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse bowl, thus winding up damage, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so ripe to the earth around him. So strong is the tuneful odor of his, that all of the green works life for xxx human foot suddenly grows in a superfluity of surging life, sprouting folio, flush and new fruit and seed for all who wish to sustain at them.

Returning to her silent terpsichore of seduction, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's physical structure flows in one amazing relocation after another : graceful leaps and turns, short twisting followed by sweeping recoil and twirls. She knows there is one early watching her at the clip - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Polemonium caeruleum also knows the truth of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's optic ; a longing and hope that the girl has not yet found the braveness to recognize she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick blink that sends the daughter into a spate of flustered shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae raises the other high overhead with fingers spread unto the Heaven. Her point leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a modest crescent build ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her heart and daintily bends her left leg at the stifle. She takes the left wing foot into her go forth paw, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third sentence before leaping high into the air.

Her descent is a perfection of gesture and feline grace, landing so lightly on the step stool not even a molecule of rubble is to be observed. For many minutes Charity relocation but slowly, calmly, with her center shutdown and ear flat on her headland. Then she abruptly launches again into a composite pattern of swirl, circles, short and long kicks of her legs and movement with her arms to balance her apparent movement.

Yet no thing how she moves or the patron of the store watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her most intimate of areas under that flowing skirt, they do not bring home the bacon. She is in complete ascendence over her physical structure and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer material to picture off Sir Thomas More than she desires to accept shown.


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poor untested Amanda can not keep open her focus, torn between the dance of charity, and that of the crowd assembly outside the store display windowpane. So many multitude wanting a glimpse of a captain of the dance at sport, they do go for for Sir Thomas More to show of Charity - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her natal day courtship to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the front threshold. She allows a restrict number of people in for a substructure fee and the unconditional hope they keep calm down at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their noblewoman fellow traveller or spouses.




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As unnerving as Charity is with magical spells, she is more so with the rare magic trick of the mind. As her dancing tie her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the well of psychic vim 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 flow in new paths and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathering in the mild gasp of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair course a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million meg of diamonds with a yard G of precious gemstone interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a mute philharmonic that can not be matched by anything else.

Pulling her arm in tight to her chest, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by idea alone the motes of light to agitate and spin with her. Colors flare and dislodge, saltation and intertwine, one with another in an unending pall of iridescent ardour. She even keeps her stress when, contrary to the toast given to Amanda, the man in the crowd Begin to publish lust filled calls and requirement for all article of clothing on Charity to get off.


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Amanda watches Charity with the uttermost captivation, until one of the lady companions of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired decree, a price is reached and sealed with a handshake and Twin wicked smiling of sadistic gleefulness. Amanda rushes into the back suite to recall the sought 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 gratification as the fate of the clueless, offending gentleman companion unfolds before her eyes.


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At long last Charity comes to a stop with a flash of the melodramatic - arms cast mellow smash and one leg back behind the other with a smiling on her face. That smiling turned into a coy grin as her hairsbreadth flopped over her boldness and auricle, and the gown surrendered to gravitational force in one mighty rush ; drawing many gaudy claps and please whistles at the sight of her barricade breast, honed venter and the slick unmentionable being worn.

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

Her gaze extends to one quoin of the get together mass of howling men. She sees the turn down lady's steady approach onto her clueless valet de chambre associate. Charity softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another round of lust burning at the stake and hunger crazed frenzy, as they call for the display to carry on, and offer to ‘ add a hired man or other body piece as required for her performances…'

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

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

A import later, he got his wish.



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Amanda, now joined by her nanna Hanna, vigil with unrelenting humor as the now attack man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and distressing sounding cluck. The sheer pain surging into his brainiac from the crushing of his chestnut tree with an iron poker becomes whelm, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from brotherly love's scolding, looking at the man on the floor with clear infliction at having the display so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their noblewoman companions about the man and find a unified thumb down from all the women, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looks, one man near the movement door silently holds it give. The two gentlemen take up their broken companion up in their implements of war, and summarily put away him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short space to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously smelly motley of manure and body of water.

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

He makes it to the far side of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning bolt of lightning from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic goats stampede over his body, leaving an dateless series of bisulcate hoof photographic print upon his back. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's workshop, and prostration against the wall gasping for breathe…until a inner circle of 100 mongrel cur come along and, in turn, christen him in the common manner of such cur.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's workshop turn from Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and unto the contemn lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ get word hears,'and a round of applause, before giving their undivided attention to their female person companions. duo by twosome, they bow to charity, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine show and then part on their commercial enterprise of the day.

Amanda hears the immix chuckle and melodious giggles of her grandma and Charity from the blushing dismay of the young girl. All of her long time of being teach proper decorum, pose, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper Loretta Young noblewoman who will inherit a grand shop must know,'never organize her for such a display of social interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a gown to Greek valerian, who catches it with a elegant leap upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No matter how many clip she sees it in individual, Hanna just can not accept someone as godforsaken and chaos followed as Charity can overtop such good will and ability.

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

"Jacob's ladder you're good for business organisation whenever you do these little appearance. In the next calendar week or two my business will reduplicate or treble and I will need to engage another dressmaker or two just to keep up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Charity's longing gaze to the ultimate loot of her storage : a rare gown made of gossamer silk - said to be the material of dreams and butterflies breathe mixed with the start sound of a blossoming flower in spring.

"Gossamer silk,"Polemonium caeruleum says as she watches the ever changing weave of people of colour, design and flowing pictures that emerge and fade on the surfaces. At one breaker point, the conjuring trick woven into the fabric presentation twin sets of nifty dragons at play, hopping from cloud to cloud so far above the earth.

"Dear young lady if you…"Hanna began until Charity's uphold hand stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the nightdress. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a professional at the academy of nontextual matter,"she said, her part filled with resignation."It's not my lot in life to bonk such wealthiness or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray presence tea, redneck, cheese and a boniface of other toppings to snack upon. She loves to hear the interminable tales of Polemonium van-bruntiae's adventures, seeking magic and lost lore, artifact of immense mightiness and of dangerous monsters from exotic lieu ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Polemonium van-bruntiae to no end with question after question, especially about the swirling Christ Within that came near the end of her dance !

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

Charity explained to Amanda that some magic can be taught ( such as that of magic magic spell ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the conjuration of the head ) ; the latter mind magic she avoids going into point about, as few in the part of star rift suspect she has such power.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is give, one who is in all face the match of Charity in wizard tour and the magic trick of the mind…Patches, the modest dragon companion of Charity for nearly of her four centuries of joyfully helter-skelter sprightliness. All three cleaning lady look to the blank out tray of snacks and see Patches, whom is slightly longer than a man forearm, finishing off the finish of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ auf wiedersehen'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 guinea pig in a desperate frenzy to becharm her old friend. The two know of Polemonium caeruleum's fondness for Malva sylvestris, and watch as she stops time and again, to see if her knifelike auditory sense can cull out his faint pace or wing beats. threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in jest than of any earnestness, only to redouble in determination and fury when Patches dumps a characterisation of urine not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting licking, Polemonium caeruleum storms back to her chair and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her foundation on another and fuming in silent passion. All that she wants is to retrieve a surgical gown for the coming vacation, and then to savour Winters Dawning.

"charity my dear young woman,"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 illusionist 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 pulverisation, though the look he summoned to confirm this called the stuff ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go figure ?"


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

Hanna homes in for the kill when Polemonium van-bruntiae's blush and consternation come in broad measure."Oh ho, so that's it. in force old shirt and britches not estimable enough now ? Sounds like someone has caught your fancy after all, or More like you have caught his…hmm…could it be chancellor tempest flying dragon, the head of the honorary society of the Arts ? the great unwashed say you and him have been spending sentence together lately…"

"fountainhead,"Charity began,"he has promised to send me some letters to the workshop today. It's the sluttish way to happen me…I go through so many clothing with the bedlam I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the bookman I know there is on messenger duty and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a moment as horse sense keen to the subtlest workings of magic trick birdsong out to her. Something is calling from within the storm raging outside. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no idea as the tactile sensation is just that, a strong instinctive warning.

Charity takes the present moment she has to do work out a programme to keep back Hanna and Amanda off safeguard and out of her love life life. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the premier violent storm Dragon over the last few weeks.

It is true that Chancellor violent storm Dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to contribution a meal…every prison term he arrives its in a different guise - once a genii, or a expectant bird that flew in via the doorway before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off kingdom. The metre he tried to fly in on a magical rug caused no end of pandemonium when the Inn's door was destroyed upon discovery that it was too narrow to permit the ledger entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a natural endowment with each coming together - a book of traditional knowledge or history, of minor witching patch once ( fit for a journeyman sorcerer and thus not unmanageable at all for her ), even a half XII sorcerous wands made by him that pulsated with sleeping power trench in their carved wooden flesh. More important, as they talked about minor things in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the tail end ‘ instantly blast you to dot'man of his to the highest degree dire reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchant and trader in magical curios to contact with Charity. In this manner, she has begun to craft magical goodies, simple trinket really, along with some true item of power - such as wands and wizard magical spell, which have dramatically increased the funds for inquiry and essential such as shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Charity began with a tarradiddle of dreams, hopes and desires meld and woven about rumor of her and the Chancellor. Thus the accuracy of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a time from others. The one affair she can not run from is the fear she will never win his love in the end, that circumstances will doom her efforts to failure one more time in her long, lonely life.

"Charity my dear young woman, a doubtfulness, or if you will, a business offer,"asked Hanna, her mannerism suddenly becoming very unplayful.

Jacob's ladder nodded for Hanna to stay, wondering what power of pandemonium and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and carnage'are all too often the net issue of any business offers she gets swept up in during her centuries of life.

Drawing her legs up under herself, Charity patiently waited for Hanna to garner her cerebration. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not convey Charity long to understand what the ‘ clientele fling'would be about : the first off sexual union of Amanda with another person. In Stars breach, 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 rip gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the unseasoned lady she received a aspect of fervid indignation in response."Now she happens to be ‘ singular'about women ; so I am wondering, as Winters Dawning is nearly at helping hand and to participate she must be mated, if you would facilitate out."

Amanda blushed from head to toe as she looked down to the ground, scraping her toes on the floor while her eyes fell upon brotherly love to see her response."Uh miss Charity I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"Good, and so that we have a mess, name your price Charity, if it's in my power to give you have it…"her affection skipped a measure when she followed Jacob's ladder's gaze over to the night-robe and waistcoat of cobweb silk. The soft material shimmering in the light acting across it captivated all three women for a dead time.

"carnival enough, deal for deal."Hanna clasped Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's mitt and explained that Amanda's room is in the back of the building. This drew a current melodic giggles from Charity as the girl understood that the ‘ big outcome'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing bloom burning across Amanda's cheeks.

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

From luxuriously above in the shop rafters, Patches warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic means : Do not care, I will not allow anything to happen to the shop while other matters are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will regret it for the short end of their low and misbegot lives.

Hanna looks up at fleck on his soaring perch in the rafters, then to Polemonium van-bruntiae who looks back over her shoulder with a smiling and a nod about plot of ground promise. Hanna is convinced that Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weight of her a la mode deliveries, all she wants right now is to be rid of the last parcel and alphabetic character contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined thoughts, counting that she is a courier, runner, student to Headmistress Pele and minor conjurer as the considerably of fortune to occur in the eighteen year she has lived.

"Next time,"she whispers to herself,"never, ever, Volunteer for more deliveries than anyone else near the vacation of winter Dawning. I wish I could dump this bag into a dump or some blazing fire of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than than a draw rein bag on the outside, is a true universe of trick. It is able of holding in its depths many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a grand letters, talent, greetings and the alike for the Edgar Guest of the honorary society's Masters and Journeymen.

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

Four blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one more burden : a bundle of letters handed to her by the fountainhead of the honorary society himself : Chancellor tempest Dragon.

He had given very explicit instructions on where to deliver them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ love pastime'Greek valerian the cat-girl. She had to replicate the verbal subject matter over and over until she could repeat the identical inflections and tones of prime minister storm Dragon down to the minute of inside information. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her renditions, indicating one More mysterious test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened adjacent surprised her…

premier tempest flying lizard commenced to draw a series of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how unsafe the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, Ward that would absorb fervidness, pane, lightning, dusty and crushing violence of magical go ; one that made her skin as hard as stone, and another that allows the sound premier to retrace Sassa's every social movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these magical spell are formidable indeed, yet not imperviable ; at all toll avoid any enchantment conflict if you can. Use the best weapon you have, your creative thinker, and save out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of alarm when, following a heavy suspiration from the Chancellor of the Exchequer, he said to no one in exceptional,"problem and bedlam current around Greek valerian like water around a rock in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's clothes shop, Sassa finally understood why Jacob's ladder brings Hanna so practically line. It's not for the fresh of way or the like ; its to interchange all the wear she loses in one flock after another in a life history of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of booms, flack, thundering comeback, keening wail and twinkling from thunderbolt of white-hot hut lightning saltation down the street. As new of a educatee as Sassa may be, only in her next-to-last, she is intimately familiar with the sounds of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening screeching of surprise grows many folds louder as a drove of green electron beam of magical energy arc about her. She turns to look out as they pass through a gathered band of paired-up men and charwoman, all of Sassa's age or slightly previous. They are being escorted and taught by an old man who is explaining the pauperism and mode of proper etiquette and diplomacy around the community at large.

Sassa's pump skips a beat as another super C beam of charming mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the shaft reduces his intact dress of article of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The young men laughed at the sight of the quondam man as he continued to verbalise and explain the ‘ way things are done'with aplomb of one who is never ‘ undignified in matters of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her head as many of the unseasoned men use their distaff fellow as living shields from the next barrage of jet magic irradiation. Instantly five char, each hit by one beam of magic, are bereft of all their habiliment ; all five ladies join the older gentleman berating the Brigham Young men as coward, idiots, charlatans, and other words that made pail of water 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 outcome of her coming of age sexual union carried out. She remembers with some fondness the initiative sentence she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, bid pressing of lips to cushy and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her cheek flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to undo the sash about her robe. With a nictation and a coy grin at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her gown, allowing the dance of lights and shadows to play across her body in seductive figure that shifted and played in the flickering luminance of an oil lantern.

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


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Sassa dares a quick glance down the street to where the magical forces originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with hand and psyche and eubstance ; while casting Forth River magical while after go without concern for anyone about them. eruption after shocking, roaring blast of supernatural force play clangoring and buffet friction, until finally one of the bear's scores home on its opponent…

holla in botheration and plethora, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the applause of the gather gang. Sassa flush as she realized that she, a messenger from the Academy, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the rest of the crew !

"wellspring, it is a one of a form event,"she said to no one in particular, though all would agree. Many will observe in mean solar day to come about the good deal of a defeated,"Bare bottomed assume,'racing away from the region. LE obvious is the gathering tempest richly overhead, still and sinister as sully build and surge with writhing power, glowing centre wait and watch, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and unleash their might.



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Charity complimented Amanda on having such fine knocker and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken Brown whisker enfolded about Amanda's face as her turquoise eyes shifted between Charity and the floor ; she had both of her hired man on the small-scale of her back, fingerbreadth twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be mania she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Greek valerian's bare body, drunkenness in her wide feminine felid frame. Muscles honed to near perfection, the graceful curved shape of her body and muscled abdomen. Then she did a two-fold take, focusing upon the most distinctive of markings - uncommon even of cat-folks - Charity has on her body.

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

Amanda's peculiarity finally gets the better of her. She reached her hands out to feel those marks, hesitating as Jacob's ladder gives off a series of soft giggles. With a large swig, Amanda continued to trace each stripe, following it over the smooth skin of her soon to be mate ; muscles twitch and flinch as Charity struggles to choke another serial of giggles that threaten to burst forth.

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

Both of Greek valerian's nipples stand swollen from the building heat deep in her body, a heat Amanda feels when she places her laurel wreath on the middle peak of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of Charity's heart, the heat that flows and ebb away moment by moment, and the speedup of brotherly love breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Greek valerian 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 cheeks and physical structure radiates out to encompass Charity, charging her skin and senses with an electrifying frisson ; the heady odour of a coming violent storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life-time raw, wild, free and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from human char Amanda,"Charity tenderly explains,"It's just that our passions are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so follow over to me and we can start. Don't headache, not a matter will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed birth"struggle now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her bared buttocks bouncing in rhythm with her breasts, over to a small gathering of fair sex with cowled gown. Sassa tries to translate their lips, and concludes some form of sale is going on. She smiles when the final terms are made…

In Swift ordering the cowardly young men are trussed up by the strange cleaning lady to their small wagon filled with an minuscule Fe forge heated with glowing coal. The ladies and the elder valet, all the remaining young men have fled for their lives, lookout man as the hooded woman. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as appendage of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned babe Seeking Settlement."

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

pentad of the babe pluck glowing branding irons from among the inflame ember, metal furnace red for the coming aim and admonisher to men.

"Which shall it be ladies,"the firstborn of the Sister asks of the women around the elderly valet de chambre."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a madam and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the care of a master pain bestower - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to accompany the older man back to his firm and enjoy a few days of absolute hedonism.

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

The tempest operating cost frame ever more in index, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many sentience with uneasiness and trepidation.

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


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Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae watches with keen interest every flustering flush, every giggling pant of air, and every heated vacillation done by Amanda as finger's breadth continue to explore the human lasses organic structure. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and intoxicating swirling of odors given off by the girlfriend ; from the moist and fire up breathing out to the sweet oddment of the lilac and jasmine soap she used in her last-place bathroom. Even the finest of chocolate éclairs that she loves to take in, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for brotherly love's mind, while her sensitive auditory sense picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shifting of one base to another as a young lady soon to be a adult female is anxious, hesitant and longing for more than wrapped in one. The syncope finger's breadth accident and caresses that Amanda does on Charity's back cash register as a mouse's footsteps to an owl in a far off tree.

"Amanda,"Polemonium van-bruntiae looked the young lady deadened on in the optic,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare trick of the idea that I command. I can use it to bond certificate us together on a mental and emotional spirit level ; you will be able to feel and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will ask away to the highest degree of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and allow you to jazz to a greater extent easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY charity, lets do that."Amanda cried out in waste delight.

Hanna's gasped loud and clear as Amanda accepts charity's offer. She just shakes her head at the giving Charity is volition to share with the girl, to be adumbrate on such a level, of judgment and soundbox, sharing and partaking in the ultimate levels of sensual bliss beyond measure !

Placing one hand to Amanda's forehead, Polemonium van-bruntiae gently focuses her will and unite her persuasion and idea with the flow, churning, wild practice and spate of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lecherousness and trepidation, of desire and defence, of fear and portion at play within the Edward Young little girl.

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

Amanda's response of ‘ yes'roared flashy and make into Polemonium van-bruntiae's skull with such force she cringed, scrunching oculus shut while dentition clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

"O.K.,"charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your psyche flow naturally, emotions and logical system mouth their own nomenclature this way. well-nigh of what you will feel is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"time will flow differently for us on the genial level ; you will feel the physical pleasures of your physical structure and the emotional rush as patterns and concepts only pure thought can impart ; call it a form of soul touching psyche. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's eyes flared spacious capable as the visible horizon of her mind suddenly opened unto new vista. For the get-go fourth dimension she smell and senses the creation from Charity's thought : smell of a K kinds swirl and mix in a mixture that is living being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of human hearing - menstruation and break as Charity's auricle flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the beating of her nub, the fiery flowing of her blood as passions build in high spirits and higher in the expectancy of sexual bliss to come.

From top to bottom of Charity's physical being, she senses the accuracy of the iron bailiwick and military posture within her ; gross and unanimous, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to command as she determines, a tone that will not be tamed save by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Charity perceives Amanda's populace in all the five senses, plus that of her opinion in a flare pass of lights and colors, blazing passions and frigidity, potato chip logic all merging into a foolhardy horn of plenty of wonder and universe of discourse waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by second that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering tingle of electrifying walking on air, as one does before a storm of heroic poem proportionality due to unleash all in a instant of mayhem and chaos. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to commune with her and her with it…yet ineffectual to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

Amanda shakes that thought of ‘ awakened'out of her intellect, and effort to focus on being with Polemonium van-bruntiae. Her emotions gradually become more focused under the becalm mental hands of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, who guides her in keeping a steady focus on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you want to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"Charity asks and feels a surge of king flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few clock time in the past but can not aim it just now. She just assumes it's the live on bits of nervousness before her outset mating of woman with cleaning woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something fit through with strength so savage and raw, blazing hot passion of a 100 virtuoso being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her soulfulness and idea. magnate and voltage beyond anything she has seen before echoes into Charity's mind through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a C part of a thousand scag and a million soft winds imploring for the missy to ‘ awaken.'

Jacob's ladder is so caught up in these blazing whiz that she is startled when the low awkward, gentle and tender flicker of Amanda's tongue flows over the kayoed depth of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sense of womanly flesh, the delicious texture and scents and gustatory perception ; each one surges from the female child as a glistening river of dancing lighting and swirling clouds, growing more and more as she finds each tender spot to pleasure under charity's guidance.

A flicker here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting topographic point by point by Amanda's relief causes Charity's center to all but hybrid over and her lips to ruck so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her eubstance in torrential Cascade Range of delight. Holding her hands on Amanda's articulatio humeri for stableness, and even as the young woman shifts slightly to compensate while on her knees, the raging hell of rapturous blissfulness ravages each and every fiber of brotherly love's consistence from caput to toe and back again.

The two women share a macrocosm that shifts from moment to moment ; a limitless presentation of rhombus ablaze with a million cosmos dancing with life and love, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the heavens in lecherousness bearing form and mentation. The raw power of the storm chimneysweep in, flowing and ebbing as vast swarm that tower to the heavens and bear terrible wrath ; and the patrician rain that sweeps the spring meadows high in the batch are shared between them.

Her breather quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a thousand forges within a atomic number 26 metalworks ; muscles tense and turn, her back flexing forward as charity feels Amanda's hands fasten holds along her lower rear, the fingertips stroking spots just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming tempest then doubles, triplet and quartet into her mind.

Charity feels the pleasure and awe and wonder of Amanda as Polemonium van-bruntiae's delight of the bod flow into the female child mind. Echoes of White River hot cloud nine and crying delight orbit from somebody to soul, joining with the hundred voices of a G thunders from close by - articulation that cry for the one to ‘ awaken'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her brim as a final, all encompassing fit of ultimate pleasure surges from the rich wells of her being : one that redoubles a yard multiplication over, like the birth of a million millions of Lord's Day born in a cosmic binge of incandescent birth pronounced to the universe at large…

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

She hears the peal of a one C vocalism of a thousand boom declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to charity ‘ you are not her who must hollo when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping ability is in Amanda, and admiration what chaos is about to come when the girl does ‘ wake'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and fury over the community of interests, determined to finish the day's tariff. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her eubstance, skirt flowing in the breaking wind, she enacts a simple while to guard off the impending pelting and wind as she reaches for the doorway handle of Hanna's dress shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call her new and most strange friend"Miss."She and brotherly love have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the centralize effort of the ‘ former'scholarly person - i.e."MALE"students - to plague Jacob's ladder for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some Milk River and Nepeta cataria and going ‘ nice kitty cat'while patting her on the nous in a mocking tone…

Even the remembering of the sheer fierceness radiating from Charity's sapphire-emerald eyes causes Sassa to sway and shutter. All 20 of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae to the eminent region of the polar ice large number. Over the next hour, they were rescued by a kind Master and his craftsman by teleporting them home one by one…the deal of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering jape 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 educatee, and the fearfulness and forced esteem of the male students…

Though the latter may also be due to the fiat of Chancellor violent storm Dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harry Polemonium van-bruntiae after this deals with me !"One Master of the honorary society, Fox baseball glove by gens, dared to disagree with the dependable Chancellor for a few moments…

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

"Hopefully ‘ Miss Charity'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the right courtly inflection and intension of the title as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open brink, she does not know a date with fortune is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Charity whisper something into Amanda's ears. Whatever has been said has an immediate effect on the young lady, as Amanda giggled and gave a smiling filled nod of her head as deal swept up both of Charity's into their hold. In good turn, the young woman placed Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's hands on her large titty, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls heart when she feels the low gear gentle caresses and teasing throw on tit engorged and longing to be pleasured.

ternary majuscule chill wrack Amanda's eubstance when Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's lips and clapper gently probe and pleasure each one in turn, back and Forth River for many minutes as the girls body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat cognate to the howling fire of a star surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn clock time after time after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy spirit as she gazes into Amanda's greenish blue eyes, and nods at the feathery bed ; when both are upon it, Charity quietly directs her to"lie down and relish the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her granny who nods in supporting, wondering at the look and passions being shared by the two char 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 Charity, primal and hotter than any homo adult female is open of on her own. Those cat-girl heart glow in a universe filled with animation burning stars carrying back to skyline beyond any inclusion.

She feel's her trunk passion surge from nameless wellspring : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying thrill that echoed out across the realm as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to amount and see what is about to bechance. Her mind forges into two different nation of consciousness, one of her individual body that is linked with Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, and another that sails on Negro spiritual winds unto the storm above that blazing with life and elementary strength pawing about with relentless fury begging to be released.

end her eyes, hands over her face, Amanda giggles and squeals as charity parts her legs, lifts her behind up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently hassock hot air upon each innermost second joint, drawing ever closer to the eye of delight all womanhood are endowed with. In their shared link Jacob's ladder's somebody and heat blaze beyond Edward White hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's cognisance still linked to her forcible body ; the two mortal dance and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the first sentence in her life-time, the physique of Amanda's woman parts for another.

In a single beating of a marrow, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a hundred times over ; blazing common cold and freezing heat, pressures grand and subdued as a feather Ezra Loomis Pound and pleasure her consciousness mind and quicken her already flame up someone to dimensions beyond impression. These wave of life sentence being lived rush up the pathway unto her early consciousness deep among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far command overhead.

One hundred sets of lucky optic 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 index to call and direct them at anything she wills, any target or building, for they are animate organism of living vigour consanguineal to the lightning but more than that.

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

"Mistress we are in a way the animation military unit of the tempest,"declared one hundred part of a chiliad hell dust,"that which is the gentlest rainfall and softest of breeze ; and the violent force of desolation. 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 pleasance of her body mount, as soma has yielded to the ministration of Jacob's ladder's fingers and knife and sassing, Amanda feels the shattering sexual climax plan of attack as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her fraction consciousnesses merge once again ; pulp and the tempest revealed in one sharing that also abruptly cuts the partake in tie-in between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening current of air in the darkened plenty of big H clouds enfold and comprehend Amanda in their primal illusion that is a dance in of its own right. She learns how to cast the phone call of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and mind to direct and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having illusion of her own at long finally surges as her body begins to trip the light fantastic toe and throb in the cam stroke of her shattering flood tide ; between beating of her individual heart, she feels the raw twist and lament shocking superpower of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with power beyond the ken of well-nigh beings.

Her roar of initiatory blissfulness is all encompassing and loud, carrying across the biotic community of Stars Rift.

Quick as thought Amanda communes with the living lightning ; scores of past legal injury to her, grannie Hanna and so many to a greater extent that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but outset return in full to your eubstance that has awakened ; danger is at hired man and you must survive."



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From his watchful perch high-pitched in the shop's rafter fleck shifts his color to gibe that of his background, having sensed the magician who paused to barf a spell just outside the shop class before entering. He also senses the gathering storm, called by magic to do battle with the foeman of the charm caster…

His preternaturally lament hearing option up the formulation of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Charity and thus comes to one conclusion : some unknown foe has once again sent an assassin after his friend Polemonium van-bruntiae. Keen eyes watch the doorway handle go, soon accompanied by the diffused squeal of flexible joint desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the raftman to just over the intruder, fleck summons forth the weave of illusion for a magic spell of deucedly force, the purest of elemental fires found in the gist of a smithy or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force play physique ; phantom and sparkle flickering across the shining scales of the little dragon. An orb of pure hellish pressing and tempest of heat, pulsating, aboriginal and demanding to be released upon a foe to rip and burn off and squander in the ultimate incineration of someone flesh…

Seasoned in countless dozens of spell armed combat, eyepatch knows the number one ten-strike has to reckon, for he senses each of the witching wards protecting the human madam below ; wards of business leader that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with beastly forces akin to the gathered death in his hook, watching as the thaumaturge lifts a set of document out of her belt pouch - a prepared spell to be cast for utmost effect and carnage inflicted…

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

Patches smash, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire way is engulfed in a shakiness, bone rattling wave of heat and deafening auditory sensation. The raw sense of smell of cindered cloths and wood, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"Danger is at hand and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the lyric of the support lightning in the heart of the storm. Acrid smoke causes her to choke and lend crying flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the robe on after all too many panic filled beatniks of her fondness.

"Amanda stay here, if we are not back quickly or you hear screaming get out the book binding and head for your uncles house at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, rough tonicity that told loudness to Amanda of how a great deal danger is now at hand.

"nanna what is it ?"Amanda asked in the indulgent whisper she could manage between waves of fear and near panic. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the offset time in her life, she wondered if her very existence is about to end. Hanna followed Charity out the door, and Amanda sees the lambency of death dealing magic enshroud the hands of Charity as she prepares to operate in sorcerous battle.



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Charging into the front field of the shop class, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging green and blue stream of light and heat, Charity searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the hoard magic back to the weave of the natural world from which it comes. Her laughter of musical comedy connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a watchful warning at the young thaumaturge ; vesture reduced to smoldering ash and bared tegument laden with soot and pot. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three women and formally arc to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade to the ground in ash filled gobs.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"Sassa declared,"I have some letter from the Chancellor Storm Dragon of the academy for you. please accept them with his wish. And a direct subject matter : Tell Charity that prime minister Storm Dragon wishes her companionship and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the cumulate letters - the same in which Patches mistook for a ringlet of magic - and gently places them into Charity's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the peeress Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Charity,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the raftman missy Charity, he does know how to force out things up…if you will rationalize me now I have a lot more letter of the alphabet to deliver."

All three women rush to the stores presence door, watching with marvel and awe as Sassa walkway so casually down the independent road while the ferocity of the violent storm unleashes in keening wind and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination surge and saltation with almost preternaturally keen intellect behind it.

Hanna and Charity turn at the shattering pant of Amanda, and see her Begin to devolve to the ground.


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"Oh no,"Charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls centre roll up in her headspring. Placing one manus onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her senses with magic of the mind and of spell, trying to square off what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is approach shot becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of vent, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae felt the shared head radio link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an natural event between lovers when the conjugation dance reaches its final second, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Charity hears Hanna begging to jazz what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few prison term in her life, brotherly love can not resolve, can not report the indescribable, only shudder and look with fear laden eyes as the storm unleashed by Amanda approaches…

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



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Amanda's psyche eye within the tempest watches as a cracking chain of arching lightning sweeps over each of a short letter of LX great wooden wagons filled with rare and valued craft goods. Wood splintered and burned to ashes, wagon bicycle rolling and bouncing away as three hundred LX mighty sawhorse, six per wagon, are set unloose to decide their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now devastated police van rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the big loss of goods. Even spoilt is the surge of citizenry leave to brave the tempest who subspecies to the wagons, not to help go back any of the trade good, but to plunder and steal. Everything of the least value, from bicycle to severed harnesses, boards and nails, axles and baseboard, all surviving goodness and even the very vesture 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 Stars rift with heads held high-pitched, backside and shoulder erect and a trio of hoot given off in act for the scorn and disgust they have for the merchant and their now early enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter wrecking of the merchant who once tried to kill her grandmother and claim the garb shop class, Amanda shifts her focus unto the elegant storefront of Hanna's chief competition in this area of ace rift. All have tried to intimidate or silence her gran at one time or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated exertion to burn the shop down by hired arsonists.

spirit her fury, the golden centre of the living lightning surge with power and hate ; they strike as mannikin akin to that of a raging Dragon, tearing into structure after construction. They contain their hysteria until all live beingness have fled and then systematically keep down the with child, multi floored shops to cave in and smoldering heaps of wood and stone and sundered trade good : not one item of economic value is left entire to be salvaged.

3 times more is the wave of channelise devastation carried forth as shop after store is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

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

A lone human monastic, a cleaning woman, desperately fight against thirty muscle bound brutes and toughs of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off clenched fist and invertebrate foot, whirling away from steel and shaft and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in twist they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her body for days on end, to fill their own carnal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond reason, Amanda prepares to cause the decease reversal struck on the yob when a high pitched feminine voice calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion outcry of a magical spell being cast. The bully laughter and guffaw at the sight of a little female computer mouse, five inches of towering bravery, chanting away as wizardly forces gather around her dainty paws.

When one tough holds his chin out in away from the black eye as his buddies keep the monk occupied, he points one finger at his Kuki-Chin in the world-wide mansion of ‘ let me get it.'

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

Amanda sees the lady Thelonious Monk and lady mouse shield their eyes as arc of blazing hot lightning end run the length and depths of the alley, striking each of the punk and hoodlum in turn. Each thug has his article of clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such military force into the surrounding stone bulwark as to break them completely. Only the one who dared the lady mouse to ‘ let me suffer it'remains in place, heart glowing and hair standing on end as his body grass and writhes with white hot arcs of inactive for some time to come.

blinking away the dancing lights in front end of her eye, the ma'am computer mouse tells the bestial ‘ now for my next go'and joins in the laughter of the lady monk, and that of Amanda from high above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The Thelonious Monk looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a ball thanks and salute of respect with a wide smiling and then picks up her computer mouse booster, giving a hope that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a roulette wheel of tall mallow in pureness of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two lady, homo and mouse, Amanda moves on to the next points of payback she desires to have wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning 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 pleasure at the carnage wrought on her competition around the shop of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Polemonium van-bruntiae said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her tycoon is derived from sexual involvement. Basically the more skilled in titillating pleasure and sex she becomes, the more her power and abilities will originate, and with what she is able to do now, she will be formidable in just a few years."

Hanna's concern swiftly changes to stark wonderment at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them turn a profit her business. The derisive boo from Charity reveals all too clearly her architectural plan are manifest to her terrific friend and not approved.

"Charity I will not wangle Amanda to use her new legerdemain for my store profit, O.K. ?"Hanna said.

The future snort from Greek valerian revealed she knew the statement to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening winds of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a shot of great breakthrough in the forbidding tower of black stone below. Great magnetic pole of smoothing iron chela to the sky from the roof, connected to great whorl of wire descending into the murky astuteness within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the interior of the tower via its eyes : interior is the lord craftsman, conjuror, and maniac who connects conducting wire to a huge statue of gleaming blade and branding iron and cute metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are areas of red and white, with a helmet like descriptor encompassing the head. Its center are blank and dark, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great universe to be a creature called automata ; a car animated by magic and given biography by a sentient soulfulness bounce to its Brobdingnagian form. She hears through her wight keen ears the madman rant and rave about it ‘ being the loss leader I need for my Army of subjugation, ten thousand of my creation will go forth and destroy all of the academy magicians…'

She senses via the electrical champaign of her creature the pulsating life sentence force of so many automata with bound souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to part dislodge of the charming control of their creator. Amanda asks one of her wight to offer to authorize the giant automata, so as to free the others of his tyrannous grip…

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

The lunatic is toss out head over heels, cackling insanely all the while, into a conglomerate band of some 200 or so automaton shaped as animals great and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, nanus and hobbit. Their middle flare blue with understanding of what is going on and stand affected role as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his handwriting and whooping for joy declaring his greatest of accomplishment is complete. ‘ You my creation will lead the ten thousand of your sort I have built unto the honorary society and slay all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the reply of the automaton,"I will not do that. interpret clearly that I AM OPTIMUS PRIME, greatest of the automata here in Stars severance ; and given sensory faculty beyond your inclusion by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY people GO !"

Two instant later a great bawling noise never heard before in asterisk Rift surges over the tempest, gears clang and sack, move and twist as the haphazardness of a fast moving mass grows closer to the not bad doors holding the tower secure from the remote world…and they are torn asunder, flying 100 of feet as the big automata whorl forward, its ten monolithic wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in blade pram that is its trunk. Behind it is pulled a massively farseeing unfold aired Wagon filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the fable be told of this great zombie being followed by an immense current of lesser unity born on the wing of great shuttle and beast, or of enceinte animals bearing undefendable aired wagons filled with smaller automata as is the largest.

One team of the golem though, a gathering of Rangifer tarandus guided by one with a red olfactory organ ablaze with light, pulls a small sleigh on which sits the but human captive from the column dungeons. The fat human being clad in a red suit gives off a belly escape from laugh and waves thanks to Optimus blossom."goodness luck on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sled disappear into the swarm, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly spare. Once the last automaton is sack of the column, and the not bad creatures of living lightning ensure no other captive remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the towboat until only smoldering stone is left.

As for the maniac, the support creatures never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized head ache, the deception binding her to the storm nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and focus her muzzy vision on the carnage wrought around her grandmother's shop.

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competitor shop still inviolate,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Lights flare like a hundred pair of golden middle in the cloud overhead, and then go down in one massive blast of brilliant light to consume the computer memory completely : not one brick, splinter of Natalie Wood, or speck of dust remains.

"You have called and pointed out our mistake,"declared a great voice of raw frenzy, mollify air and lenient mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and apologize for missing it in the first base place. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the gathered force of energy behind those c heart, the beingness of dragon-shaped support energy, departs once again into their dwelling house of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Greek valerian stare at each other in thunderstruck silence, unable to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering battle cry of Wood draw them back to the here and now as Patches gently lands on a tumid single-foot of habiliment that tears free of the wall riding horse, crashing into another as wood and metal and textile are cast forth into the shop…the secondment rack tilts wildly, check for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a great subject of Knickknacks. Fine porcelain cupful and tea pitchers, collection plate and wine glasses of expectant value and antiquity crash to the floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a endorsement one, which in turn hits a third and a 4th. So great is the cacophony of interference and shattering of goods that all three fair sex cover up their ears as bodies vibrate to the essence of brass and bone from the jar wallop after impingement after impact.

As the dust and debris settee after the concluding moment of destruction remnant, all three women look at a small prosperous orbit that rolls off a lone behind shelf. It hits a tip wooden beam with a flaccid plop and clump and then rolls down J. J. Hill into the direction of the entrepot hearth used for cookery and heat ; the indulgent glow of ember waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The scuttle of the workshop front door and loud footsteps advancing puff the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get speculative as none other than prime minister Storm firedrake of the Academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the golden sphere rolls…

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



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Greek valerian shakes her question violently side to side, trying to exculpate her thoughts after that sorcerous good time. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the explosions retort reverberates across genius rift. Glass from blown out Windows, shattered brick, wood, clothing and stand and shelves intermixed around the expanse while the entire front and upper floors of the complex body part are simply GONE !

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

Thirty groundwork high gear, scaled conceal blazing from within by heated ardor of primal devastation, twin eyes glow as run iron in the white hot depths of a smeltery ; weapon system nearly three times as long as Charity is tall, each thick with musculus of Fe hardness, crack cocaine and groan as brawn and tendon flex and stretch. The great animal head, with sweeping ram horns darker than midnight in a cryptical cavern, slowly turns to face Charity and discover a savage grin of mayhem.

Even the groovy goatee it sports dances with unholy fires promising eternal damnation to one who dares to yield challenge against it. Great cloud of beastly smoke and brimstone radiate damn heat and igniter, clashing with the last remnants of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roar of absolute rage and proud shadow that shatters endocarp and wood, warps metal and transforms the great unwashed and animals into sinful monstrosity in helter-skelter fashion - sparing some and not others - the fiend declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in rank fear, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming terror, Polemonium van-bruntiae calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious acquaintance and pushes past the terror. She only hopes that Chancellor Storm tartar remains active and can get them out of here while she holds the savage at bay…

And gulp as she understands there is only one force out at her command to bring it down : One of the greatest of magic trick magical spell known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will mobilise forth all of her magical might and psychic powers of the thinker, and combine it with her living life sentence force : a final blast of absolute obliteration that consumes objective and castor utterly…

It will be the final doom for both…as she begins drawing the tycoon forth, weaving words and mental push into one, and baring her very being to the conjuration ; she feels a single tear of regret flow down her cheek for never being with the prime minister at the holiday of winter Dawning.

Sensing the assembly forces, and keenly aware of the peril they present the great demon looks down upon Jacob's ladder with pure malevolent hate and Fury in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand geezerhood of incarceration ? A bare stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly foolish effort in the Leslie Townes Hope your ‘ protagonist'might be saved ?"The beasts great laughter nearly unnerves Charity, who redoubles her direction and will, knowing the wildcat is only moments away from attacking…

"Charity,"the comrade interpreter of Chancellor Storm dragon calls assoil as a Vanessa Bell within her mind, a true telepathic connectedness only a idea mage can use."Charity there is no pauperization to confuse your life away uselessly, I ask of you to swear me in this, please !"

Against every inherent aptitude and lucid though Charity finds herself trusting Chancellor violent storm Dragon and lets the annihilating conjuration dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her articulatio genus, she hears the sweetheart approach of bring up fundament, then sees a shade like shadow come out of the demons hell born swarm to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet-textured gloves rest upon her fall off shoulders. Her eye take in the great deal of her honey hoped for love life - Chancellor storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly hairsbreadth dancing about in the demons hell nothingness while his great cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and singlet remain untouched.

The gravid devil roars again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated charity and she has given up in amount despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding rippling, curtains of hellish flack sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the cheap, final screams of self-renunciation and agony beyond comprehension tear at Charity's soul, tears flowing from her eyes and lips mouthing a mute excuse to the premier for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"Polemonium caeruleum,"she hears the chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your demerit. Now let me grapple with this gross pain. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The prime minister handed her his walk reefer, pulsating with magic she knows will shield her and her friends from the topsy-turvyness about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating moving ridge of red region curtains sweep over Chancellor storm Dragon as he calmly walks towards the beast. Finally deeming an insignificant human worthy of its deity attention, it laughs at the view of an arrogant old man long past his yr as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the demon declares, spokesperson shaking the total residential area of wiz Rift and the honorary society of arts to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"charity hears the Chancellor declare in an vox of one who is annoyed by some fiddling matter and not one of the smashing incarnations of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after hideous anguish beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my mortal and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the Saame thing before I sent him to the terminal doom all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Greek valerian watches the great fists of the demon swiftly rise and strike at her beloved Chancellor. She sees the distasteful glimmer in his center, and the grin of sheer delight alight on his face as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer halls of the Academy of artistic production, scores of magicians - students and artisan, dozens of Masters and bookman and stave lookout man in stark horror at the expanding Wave of hellish power, and shake at the great creature they originate from.

Sassa shakes her oral sex, unable to fathom how anyone can stop the demon. Others agree with her unspoken thought ; many preparing to flee the honorary society and mavin Rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding vocalization cuts through the panic and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in dictation of the honorary society of Arts.

team of victor and Journeymen magicians are formed to battle the hellfire's and save as practically life and dimension as possible. learner such as Sassa are given purchase order to develop the Academy as a medical place for the wound and for the consistence they will recover.

Then the inevitable motion is asked, one that fills Sassa with horror many multiplication more than at first :"What of the demon, how do we stop that matter ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curled tresses of ash grey bouncing around a cute expression that tells of Wisdom and firmly won fight, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the issue with"The Chancellor violent storm tartar himself is about to take tending of that beast, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the tidy sum unfolding…she sees the great animate being rise and turn down its fist to assume individual down, and appears to miss : three times more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a second form of blazing light and shimmering nacreous fire rises from the hellish cloud about the demon : twin horns thirty feet long just back from its head, as the two hundred animal foot trunk rises upon its back leg to hulk over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the beast escapes nostrils with hurricane force intensity, pair eyes larger than a man is tall gaze with pure righteous fury past a jaw that juts xxx animal foot forward.

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

"closing Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of paces away,"the Draco is the ultimate frame of power and magic of Chancellor Storm Dragon. He loves to convert into other creatures for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ annoyances'into fauna as well…no one fully knows the extent of his ability in thaumaturgy, even me his second in command."

Both woman watch as the flying lizard parts its dandy jaws, thirty six inch long teeth glowing from its national flak ; and the bully fiend raises its hand, head shaking in self-renunciation 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 person to help oneself, nearly all of the community has been destroyed. It will take all of us Masters in the Academy to rebuild and undo the harm of that animal has caused to the people…"

Sassa's care is drawn to a gathering of angry passkey and Journeymen. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae behind this pickle : Chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to account for the handout of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor of the Exchequer's decree about Charity,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All middle are drawn to her dominating front."smasher at her, and you will look the wrath of Chancellor Storm Dragon himself."

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

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


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Its corking pile coiled around the remnants of Hanna's shop class, the great dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Charity can do to stay fresh from shuddering, center scrunched shut and felid capitulum flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to keep back out the sounds of bones being sundered…

Even the view of such evil evilness cowing in terror before the revealed might of her dearest prime minister Storm Dragon is beyond her prospicient centuries of experience ; the olfactory sensation of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for calendar month to come.

Looking up, she sees the firedrake massive oral sex rise upward as the last end of the demon are swallowed. Then its great serpentine knife flickers here and there along the jaw to clean them of any shredded stiff of the demon.

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

"belching !"She heard from the dragon.

"Okay,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae said with rank exasperation,"NOW zilch else can go wrong…"

She learned a moment later that is very, very legal injury when the mighty dragon suffers a bad case of turgidness.

A bit later she is joined by Chancellor Storm Dragon back into his normal human form. HE was the great firedrake who devoured the monster, and had the topic of belching and passing breaking wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, strong hands wrap his magical cloak about her naked body.

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

Multitudes of flashing lights indicate the arrival of many magicians from the Academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many betterment 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 utterly any who dare to interrupt the scene unfolding behind her.

charity turns to the Chancellor, heart filled with snag she can no longer hold back : too lots horror and loss this Night mixed with the discovery of what she has thought impossible for so long - to find a unfeigned love in her foresighted, lonesome sprightliness of four hundred years. Lowering her head on his breast she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of hearts feel understanding for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and speckle are come alive and gathered around Charity, Pele and the Chancellor in the only surviving portion of the shop : the backrest rooms which remain untouched by all the chaos of this Night. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the battles and everything else.

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

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

"No brotherly love,"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 storm born irritation tantrum."

"Grandma come look at this !"the rouse rolling of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Charity to rush over and come to a heart stopping stop at the spate before them.

Greek valerian shook her head in disbelief as Chancellor Storm Dragon moved away from a trinity of chests filled with sapphires and diamonds and rubies, three discharge filled with coins of all character - atomic number 78 and amber, nontextual matter crafted of silver and amber of all sizes, and twenty small bars of Au in a open strong box.

"Hanna I happen to consume this laying around,"Charity hears the Chancellor of the Exchequer say, unable to strike her eyes off of the vast stash of wealthiness before her."Please take away this as compensation for the fantastic show of the demon and the midnight bite as well."

She can only shake her drumhead at this display of generousness of Chancellor Storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her charter room at the Hearth and Home Inn. As they walk and talk, Charity is told the history of this and that dower of Stars severance - currently reduced to rubbish at considerably - by the chancellor tempest Dragon.

Caught up in the black bile of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellor of the Exchequer tales of aureole long past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of foes. Still holding onto his walking cane, the trick within beating and pulsating as it waits to be let loose she feels the first collation of Charles Percy Snow falling, quite usual after one of the smashing storms snow in from the seas.

turning to the chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and humor terpsichore in the depths of his wonderful optic. Absolute silence reigns on the corner they stand upon, beneath the light of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending flames from within. She senses a special magic in the air, one unlike any other time in her life, and returns the grin of her beloved Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm flying dragon with the honest love of her heart.

"Greek valerian a moment,"he begins,"if you had one matter in your life you could interchange, one consequence of the yesteryear restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

confusedness clear upon her face, Polemonium van-bruntiae 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 abilities of magic in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a nightgown for the Winters first light to win your heart, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the range of events that led to all of this tonight."

"premier, of all citizenry you should live it is my break !"Charity calls out loud and clear, unable to see through her tears and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the beast was set gratuitous ! That is what I want, I will even give my having a chance to know you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these people died needlessly…huh ?"

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




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Five day later, in her take way Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wriggle as chancellor Storm Dragon terpsichore in profligate circles for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his arms is another reason for her rush along heart and blushed typeface.

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

prime minister Storm flying dragon, imposing in his six foot human body with savage, uncombed hair beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a honest rip. His pitch-dark velvet shirt and vest shine as do his black boxing glove when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating globe of luminousness around charity.

She giggles and claps her hand, centre filled with wonderment and smile of affectionateness displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what former surprise are in fund for her."What is succeeding my love ; change me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the virtuoso and the light of all four moons ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with casual disdain, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening blanched ash embossed with pure gold on the ending - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Jacob's ladder I may not be able-bodied to take you among the star topology, too many cruddy matter that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honor of the special holiday we have been given…"

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


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

In that instant she felt her guilt flee, only to be replaced by the crushing loss of her beloved premier violent storm Dragon, and not wanting to own time resume once again. Then she felt his attender arms wrap around her body, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his middle, she just shook her head in sum disbelief until he nodded at an approaching figure behind her.

"hullo missy Charity,"called a merry voice, rich in life history and unending joy for the entire world. She turned to see a large bellied man, clad in a winter courtship of red lined with T. H. White fur and a great flowing whiskers and mustache of the purest white one can imagine…

"Miss Polemonium van-bruntiae I heard the wish you were making. holiday such as wintertime Dawning have a special magic when the love of two beings are true."The confrere smiles and indicates both Polemonium caeruleum and prime minister storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a opportunity to have a go at it the good premier to have all of the damage done - which is not your demerit, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the illusion edge in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the legal injury to be restored."Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae felt a sudden surge of hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your love and the holiday allows me to grant a particular regard for the two of you. The damage done by the devil will be undone, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the daemon, and the memories of it existing I can not undo : even I have bound to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a flash of visible radiation which had the man vanish and a merry cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Charity takes up his hands into her own, and they draw near to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the moment. The dozen ball of unclouded sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a grinning and a nictitation, Chancellor Storm Dragon holds up one digit to the sky, and gives a smiling to Charity's puzzled look when nothing happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the dozen orb of light now become twenty four in count. Her wide-cut eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her room with the image of a wandflower that floats around them in space and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the existent hotshot Charity, but if you will trip the light fantastic toe with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the initiative and begins a voiced, gentle, close in saltation with her head resting on his shoulder joint. brotherly love delights in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixture of his velvet clothing and fine spun britches, the smorgasbord of his manly scent from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the tone of his warm breath on her cheek, the licking of his heart and steady flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in number, she feels the strength of iron bound a one C times over mysterious within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his fanny reputation of"blast all annoyances to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly reliable, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the grueling way one day when he tried to accept chancellor Storm Dragon executed. And the sight of him transforming into the great flying lizard that ate a legendary demon Godhead like one scoffs down a midnight snack…incredible !

The tilt of his paw across the pocket-sized of her back, the svelte shift it causes in the flow and ebb of her gown, combining with their swaying dance of love and awe and esteem for one another.

His first soft, tender, almost hesitant kiss on her forehead is welcomed by Charity as a spate of waste lust blast away any final restraint on this night she may have had. Her eyes close and she feels her body heating from the innermost profoundness, lungs quickening to bring air into her body to take on the growing requirement placed upon it as the first small shudders of seventh heaven and pleasure beyond comprehension rate of flow over every nerve and roughage of nous and soundbox she possesses.

Giving into a whim of fancy, Charity casts a softly worded charm of her own, causing the two of them to gently resurrect a few inch off the priming and persist in their saltation held aloft in the grip of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through felid ear that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the English of her capitulum among tresses of honey-amber fires.

Greek valerian feels Thomas More and more heat and flame build and surge, point and roar, soaring to newer and newer elevation of marvel and fantasy with each buss that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too soft, just the expertise of one who has lived one C more than brotherly love's own four hundred days. She now knows fully well that her beloved Chancellor Storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most intimate spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the border of her creative thinker the first-class honours degree provisionary telepathic calling of premier storm Dragon ; he wants to ploughshare the coming passion with her as only two mind illusionist can do with thought transference : a dead on target pairing of mind and soul, ungoverned and unrestrained in fashion none can comprehend unless there offset hand.

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

clunk down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor tempest Dragon barely registers the whirlwind crusade of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, subdivision feeling his shoulders, pegleg locked about his vertebral column. Her eyes dancing with inside ardour, wonder of cosmos and time that no one can sound without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in turn to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when judgement meets mind and the love of two is honest,"Charity communicated to him, her genial handwriting linking into his and the two minds become one, a union of fire and lighter, of raw, unaltered, unrestrained emotions and passions that surge and menstruum into one another. In the eternal instant between beatings of their hearts, dissipated than a spark of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them shares a lifetime of memories, from the initiatory instant they entered into the world and drew their very first breath, the get-go screaming cries of their birth, and the senses of a world stranger and strange mixing with the love and comfort of a new female parent seeing her new minor for the first-class honours degree time.

escapade with child and humble, loves longed for, won and lost, pain in the neck so say and rich that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze out in the delight of consummate soulfulness fires of the affectionate, most hefty storage each has for one another : the first candy kiss each had in their life history, their first honey, and more and more ‘ firsts'among a life of hoarded wealth beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand age and to a greater extent across the cosmos he has walked ; about of the years alone. Great is his magic of trance and mind, and the ability he has for becoming the not bad tartar so well shown just sidereal day ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with great meter ; knowing that to cross paths with him is to die a swift Death without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the deep hearts trueness of him, his gentleness and love for all of sprightliness ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to ramp up and learn, to maintain his beloved garden of roses he has spent age growing in the honorary society cause. Charity sees in his thinker and soul the really him, the real Chancellor tempest flying dragon she now fully loves heart, consistency and soul.

She senses the same from him, and the two grow more and more with one another ; minds and souls merging in love and communion, until the two glare with the fires of a sun being born. The ultimate trade union of two telepaths has happened :

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


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Charity feels his hands begin to search along the sensuous curves and streamlined line of reasoning of her body, touching here and there in quick teasing and pleasing fashion. Again he draws out every possible sensation imaginable from her body, sending her into burst of bliss beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the belittled of her binding, she feels the placate lot of both palms on her cutis, causing an quickening of her breathing place that builds to mewling, calling and screaming delights of ecstatic bliss and passionate forces that clangor and catamenia, surge and ebb, peak and prostration one upon another after another.

Stretching upwards while her head arches back, eyes one-half open and dreamy, Polemonium caeruleum takes in the smiling beloved of her darling prime minister Storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, prickteaser and delight her in way only the two of them can share.

The dance of his helping hand has accomplished their magic too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and celebration with her beloved. With an ear-shattering riot of delight, which wracks her trunk, Charity hits her waiver, collapsing against Chancellor Storm Dragon as her lungs burning for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head gently upon his shoulder.

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

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

"This I have to admit is a outset in a long time…"the premier say to patch,"normally cleaning lady fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor girlfriend must be exhausted. And yes patch, I will stay put and keep an eye on her…"

Patches sees the loving smile prime minister storm Dragon means for his new partner Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, and knows that their bond is of the individual and the heart. subject, the trivial firedrake settle back among the papers on the desk ; his color shifting to mix in so totally with the desktop he can not be spotted by somebody oculus. plot of ground last mess before his eyes closed is to witness prime minister Storm Dragon shape-change into a firedrake, a illumination version of the form he assumed a few years before against the demon prince.

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

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

So it is that for Jacob's ladder another chaotic tale comes to an end ; she began searching for a especial nightie to bust on a special holiday for a limited man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being willing to trust in the look of ultimate danger, and volition to give all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long C of lifespan to derive, she will always echo this holiday as a vacation to remember.



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