Among the greater cosmos are untold telephone number of proportion, worlds, stars and civilizations ; a thousand thousands of being wander the hush-hush room and paths that link them - merchants, bomber and villain, explorers and explicators, keepers of secrets and those who uncover the same. All are known regardless of their species and origin by a corporate name : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these style and track converge, residential area arise, each as unique as the beings who dwell there ; the community of whizz breach is no exception. It notorious above all others as a spot of commercialism and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

People of many specie, human beings, trade wind and the comparable are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten more time the same of betrayals, plots, and revenge. And yet among this seething syndicate of violence and pure mayhem waiting the au naturel spark of flame to ignite, order does exist…for one sole reason…

The Academy of the Arts, its sweeping building over three mile on a position and reaching hundreds of floors into the sky, dominates the entire mountain of maven Rift. Famed for its libraries, museums, G. Stanley Hall upon unending hall of treasures and art beyond imagination, they produce the okay of diplomats, scholar, teacher and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the dandy of all, Chancellor Storm Dragon, who keep the chaos of Stars break in relative gild. The rules for those seeking to advance agendas and programme in the community of interests are very simple, exert extreme point maintenance, for when some obscure line is crossed you will face up the honorary society magicians, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the denizen of star Rift care not about the Academy, enchantment engagement or the impendent annihilation of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first grumbling of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great clouds wash in from the horizon, clawing in great chromatography column for the sky while building ever bass in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly acute cool-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these great tempests, claiming that there is a guiding sense to them ; as many have seen in their astuteness of blackness band of lucky oculus that search and seek someone. This has occurred metre and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the first deep and echoing margin call of thunder sound, the clarion Call that the time of year of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scurries for any tax shelter they can find out. Teamsters shout and curse at their draft animals, desperate to get their wagons of goods and cargo under cover, all the while the hired guards around them watch for any would-be thieves bent on making a flying snap of the same goods.

merchant whose shop class are not fronted by the great, arching covered walkways of the market quarter close up, bolting Windows and room access, hoping that when the storm ends, the shop class will be intact and business can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community of interests, the Cat-girl known as Charity ( and by a few thousand former, less alternative or proper scornful names ), the storm takes second base place next to the selection of the right on gown for a most especial holiday coming up in five More days.

All she wants is adequate time to choose her gown. And not cause 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 thrills, and unfeigned danger…and chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like Charity can understand.


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Charity, magician and practician of the rare mental magic known as psionic's, student and adventurer among the cosmos at prominent, not to name being - in her own words -"the cutest cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a little little dress shop near the hearth and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a wax distance mirror and ponders the flock shown : oculus of emerald-sapphire hue filled with biography and untamable ferocity. Slight lentigo adorn her flaccid boldness and emphasize her perky minuscule nose. Her fine feline pinna classy back and Forth as of their own intrusion, drawn by the shadowy of sounds. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as Jacob's ladder comfort, and comforter, and puffs yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber haircloth away from her eyes.

Her lithe phase flows and dances about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of hair back in berth. So great is the feat she finally engages in a dispatch whirl that sends her crashing onto the trading floor in a cumulus of female feline fury.

She adjusts the skirt of the robe she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unvoiced question brotherly love reply to be rid of these useless hens."ma'am as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her weaponry panoptic and curtsy to them,"but no tail common to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

Her musical laugh carries far as the ladies rush off having been good embarrassed.

She wonders how well they will do with the coming holiday of winter Dawning, the number 1 day of winter and of the New Year… and so much more…

The traditional first-class honours degree day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme point with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing partners of all genders and mintage. There are no roadblock of year, refinement, societal standing or menage kinship restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the hedonistic pleasance seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday Greek valerian is no exclusion. She seeks to bed one man whose affection she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing blush flowing over her face, cervix and even up over her spike : light sign of sheer embarrassment. Her friend and owner of this lilliputian dress store, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her lithe womanly feline flesh ; her patience finally runs out after a few more minutes, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high, snowy furred bang Charity had seen up on the back floor earlier today.

Standing atop a pocket-size step fecal matter, Polemonium van-bruntiae shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the fine silken gown of thick sea putting surface and blues, embossed with favourable tartar swirling around her hips, torso and breasts, conniption. The sleeveless and strapless gown hugs each sensuous curve and feature on her body, while the dame flows around her wooden leg like pee in a current swirling and dancing playfully around a mid watercourse stone.

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

kick off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both arms high into the air and straining the gowns fabric to the good break breaker point. She slowly turns in a half circuit to look the shopfront window and all of the passing understructure traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the gown crushes against her bosom, revealing all of their enshrouded wonder to some carpenters passing along. Greek valerian grinning at each of them in turn, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the doll to dance and quiver about as a mysterious butterfly stroke from a far off jungle. Four more multiplication she does this in quick rules of order, shifting her implements of war and body to anticipate balance the movement with an ease belying the iron discipline and lastingness possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a lustfulness filled, coyish eye blink while his optic remain locked upon her encompass chest ; and in a minute of pure deviltry, teases the bound of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of lighter and shadow always at play. Then shakes her top dog as the carpenter slams into a porch support mail that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a sawhorse trough.

Her mental rejection grows when a rushing beach waggon throws a wheel in its drovers rushing to get the storm to shelter. The four cavalry pulling it tear detached of their harnesses, racing off with wild laugh on the tip as the drover dives crystallise of the collapsing patrol wagon : the payload of which is a lode of manure that shall never progress to its final destination this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the sawhorse manger, thus winding up damage, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so ripe to the world around him. So strong is the tuneful odor of his, that all of the dark-green plant liveliness for thirty understructure suddenly grows in a superfluity of surging life, sprouting leaves, flowers and new fruit and seed for all who wish to make at them.

Returning to her tacit dancing of seduction, Charity's consistence menstruation in one amazing motility after another : graceful bound and turns, abruptly spins followed by sweeping kicks and twirls. She knows there is one former watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Charity also knows the verity of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's eyes ; a yearning and hope that the fille has not yet found the courage to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick jiffy that sends the girl into a flush of flustered vibration and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, Charity raises the other high command processing overhead time with fingers spread unto the welkin. Her head teacher leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a lowly crescent shape ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the left foot into her left hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a tierce time before leaping high into the air.

Her descent is a perfection of motion and feline grace, landing so lightly on the step faeces not even a speck of debris is to be observed. For many minutes Jacob's ladder moves but slowly, calmly, with her center closing and spike flat on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a coordination compound pattern of whirl, traffic circle, unretentive and prospicient kicks of her branch and motions with her arms to balance her motion.

Yet no matter how she moves or the frequenter of the stock watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her nearly intimate of areas under that flowing skirt, they do not succeed. She is in complete ascendancy over her soundbox and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer material to show off more than she desires to sustain shown.


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poor people untried Amanda can not celebrate her focus, torn between the terpsichore of Polemonium van-bruntiae, and that of the crew assembly outside the shops display windows. So many people wanting a coup d'oeil of a victor of the terpsichore at swordplay, they do trust for more to show of charity - say a closet malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday suit to the world.

Amanda has an Twelfth day and quickly goes to the front door. She allows a limited routine of people in for a base fee and the unconditional promise they keep quiet at all cost. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their ma'am companions or spouses.




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As formidable as Charity is with magical spells, she is more so with the rare illusion of the mind. As her dance draws her into a semi-mystical country she draws upon the well of psychic energy oceanic abyss in her being. This energy she uses to manipulate the very mote of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to flow in new paths and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gather in the soft gasps of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair menstruate a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million gazillion of baseball diamond with a thousand thousands of wanted gemstones interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

Pulling her coat of arms in tight to her chest, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by cerebration alone the particle of light to shift and spin with her. Colors flare and pitch, dance and intertwine, one with another in an unending curtain of iridescent fires. She even keeps her focus when, contrary to the pledges given to Amanda, the man in the crew Menachem Begin to issue lust filled calls and need for all clothing on brotherly love to come off.


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Amanda watches Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae with the uttermost captivation, until one of the Lady companions of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may hire a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired order, a price is reached and sealed with a handshake and similitude wicked grin of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the back suite to retrieve the sought-after item.

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


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At long endure Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae comes to a period with a flare of the melodramatic - munition cast high gear command processing overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smile on her case. That smile turned into a coy smile as her tomentum flopped over her face and ears, and the scrubs surrendered to sobriety in one mighty kick ; drawing many meretricious claps and revel whistles at the slew of her bared chest, honed abdomen and the silken unmentionable being worn.

"frame,"she says with a shrug of her shoulder joint.

Her gaze extends to one nook of the tuck mass of howling men. She sees the freeze off lady's steady glide slope onto her clueless gentleman's gentleman companion. Jacob's ladder softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another turn of hunger burning and lecherousness crazed frenzy, as they call for the display to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a hand or early body parts as required for her performances…'

charity scolds the men :"Now gentlemen, you have noblewoman and wife and spouse that should be having your undivided attention right now. You have shamed yourselves with these put-on and need to score it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the young man who has so insulted his fellow says with derision,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most potent of merchant in town ; my tidings is law, and nothing else matters, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

A here and now later, he got his wish.



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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, lookout man with grim sense of humor as the now dishonor man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding clucks. The sheer pain surging into his brain from the stifling of his chestnuts with an iron poker becomes consuming, and gracelessly he falls font first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Charity's scolding, looking at the man on the level with sort out annoyance at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their lady companions about the man and meet a unified thumbs down from all the fair sex, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looks, one man near the presence door silently holds it give. The two valet de chambre take up their broken companion up in their arms, and summarily flip him into the streets. The injure, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short distance to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously ill-scented mixture of manure and 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 rains and chilled idle words which tear off away all of his clothing until only his natal day courtship remains ...

He makes it to the far face of the street, only to be summarily hit with a terzetto of lightning bolt from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of frenzied goats stampede over his soundbox, leaving an endless series of cohere hoof prints upon his back. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop, and collapses against the rampart gasping for breathe…until a ingroup of 100 mutt mongrel come along and, in turn, christen him in the usual manner of such mutts.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Charity and unto the despise lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ hear hears,'and a round of drinks of clapping, before giving their undivided attention to their distaff companions. yoke by mates, they bow to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine show and then depart on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the flux chuckle and melodious giggles of her granny and Charity from the blushing consternation of the young young woman. All of her years of being instruct proper decorum, foible, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper young noblewoman who will inherit a wonderful store must hump,'never develop her for such a display of mixer interaction…


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

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

"Charity you're practiced for concern whenever you do these piddling shows. In the future calendar week or two my job will double or triple and I will need to rent another seamstress or two just to keep on up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed brotherly love's longing gaze to the ultimate prize of her entrepot : a rare scrubs made of filmy silk - said to be the stuff of pipe dream and butterflies breathe meld with the first sound of a blossoming flower in spring.

"Gossamer silk,"charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of colour, normal and flowing flick that emerge and fade on the open. At one point, the charming woven into the material displays twin sets of great dragons at gaming, hopping from cloud to taint so far above the earth.

"love miss if you…"Hanna began until Greek valerian's maintain hand stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the gown. I know there is no way I could give it even as a Master at the honorary society of fine art,"she said, her vocalisation filled with resignation."It's not my lot in life to bang such wealth or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray aim tea, crackers, high mallow and a legion of early toppings to snack upon. She loves to see the endless taradiddle of Charity's adventures, seeking magic and lost lore, artefact of immense power and of dangerous ogre from exotic places ‘ over the James Jerome Hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with query after interrogative sentence, especially about the swirling Inner Light that came near the end of her dance !

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

Greek valerian explained to Amanda that some conjuration can be taught ( such as that of wizardly magic spell ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the judgment ) ; the latter judgment magic she avoids going into particular about, as few in the realm of Stars severance suspect she has such ability.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is lay out, one who is in all face the equal of Charity in magical spells and the magic of the mind…Patches, the low tartar fellow traveller of Charity for most of her four centuries of joyfully disorderly spirit. All three adult female look to the leave tray of snacks and see Patches, whom is slightly retentive than a human forearm, finishing off the shoemaker's last of the tea. He turns and waves a passing ‘ good-by'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the sight of Charity leaping about, clearing cloths racks and bouncing off display instance in a desperate frenzy to capture her old friend. The two know of Jacob's ladder's fondness for cheese, and watch as she stops clip and again, to see if her keen earreach can pick out his fainthearted footstep or wing beatniks. Threat after dire scourge she makes at him, more in laugh than of any seriousness, only to redouble in finding and violence when Patches dumps a picture of water system not once, but three clip over her head.

Admitting defeat, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae storms back to her chair and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her fundament on another and fuming in silent fury. All that she wants is to find a robe for the coming holiday, and then to savour Winters Dawning.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae my good fille,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another magician and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some kind of pyrotechnic pulverisation, though the emotional state he summoned to sustain this called the stuff and nonsense ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go chassis ?"


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"I have never seen you acting this way,"Hanna says to Greek valerian,"a formal nightgown, frilly lacing and stockings made just so - little hearts and candy kiss on then as well ? Oh and that one garter you wish to ingest - this is not like you at all."

Hanna homes in for the kill when Jacob's ladder's rosiness and consternation come in full measure."Oh ho, so that's it. good old shirt and britches not honest enough now ? strait like someone has caught your fancy after all, or more like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor Storm Dragon, the head of the honorary society of the Arts ? masses say you and him have been expend time together lately…"

"Well,"Greek valerian began,"he has promised to station me some letters to the shop class today. It's the easiest way to find me…I go through so many vesture with the topsy-turvyness I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the pupil I know there is on messenger duty and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a second as signified keen to the insidious working of magic birdcall 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 feeling is just that, a strong instinctive warning.

Charity takes the moment she has to do work out a plan to hold open Hanna and Amanda off guard and out of her love life. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor tempest flying lizard over the last few weeks.

It is on-key that Chancellor violent storm Dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to share a meal…every meter he arrives its in a different guise - once a genius, or a heavy bird that flew in via the door before transforming into his normal ego, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off land. The meter 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 minute to allow the submission of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each meeting - a volume of lore or history, of nipper magical while once ( fit for a journeyman thaumaturge and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half twelve sorcerous wands made by him that pulsated with sleeping power deep in their carved wooden sort. More crucial, as they talked about small matter in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the bottom ‘ instantly blast you to scatter'man of his virtually fearsome reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchants and trader in magical curio to meet with Charity. In this manner, she has begun to craft sorcerous goody, bare novelty really, along with some true items of index - such as baton and magical piece, which have dramatically increased the funds for research and necessities such as shelter and food.

The laugh of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Charity began with a tarradiddle of dreaming, hopes and desires mixed and woven about rumors of her and the Chancellor. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a time from others. The one thing she can not run from is the fear she will never win his love in the end, that fate will destine her exertion to failure one More time in her long, lonely life.

"Greek valerian my beloved girl, a motion, or if you will, a commercial enterprise offer,"asked Hanna, her mannerism suddenly becoming very severe.

Charity nodded for Hanna to continue, wondering what force-out of bedlam and butchery are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and carnage'are all too often the net result of any occupation offering she gets swept up in during her centuries of life.

Drawing her legs up under herself, Polemonium caeruleum patiently waited for Hanna to gather her opinion. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not use up Charity long to read what the ‘ business offer'would be about : the beginning mating of Amanda with another someone. In superstar rupture, this is not an unusual tradition, where a guardian or parent arranges such affair ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Charity has participated in more than once, usually to control the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the youth lady she received a spirit of ardent indignation in response."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about women ; so I am wondering, as wintertime Dawning is nearly at hired hand and to participate she must be mated, if you would help out."

Amanda blushed from head to toe as she looked down to the priming, scraping her toes on the base while her optic fell upon Charity to see her response."Uh Miss Jacob's ladder I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"Good, and so that we have a deal, name your price Charity, if it's in my power to make you have it…"her heart skipped a beat when she followed Jacob's ladder's gaze over to the gown and vest of gossamer silk. The soft fabric shimmering in the sluttish playing across it captivated all three char for a short time.

"Fair enough, mickle for deal."Hanna clasped Greek valerian's handwriting and explained that Amanda's way is in the rear of the building. This drew a stream melodious giggles from brotherly love as the little girl understood that the ‘ big event'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

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

From highschool above in the shop class raftsman, plot of land warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic mean : Do not worry, I will not set aside anything to happen to the shop while other topic are being dealt with. Any would be stealer who comes in will regret it for the shortly rest of their miserable and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at speckle on his grand perch in the rafters, then to charity who looks back over her shoulder with a grin and a nod about Patches promise. Hanna is convinced that Charity ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weight of her latest deliveries, all she wants right now is to be rid of the finally piece of land and alphabetic character contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such ungoverned thoughts, counting that she is a courier, moon curser, student to Headmistress Pele and tike sorcerer as the best of fortune to come about in the eighteen years she has lived.

"Next meter,"she rustle to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for Thomas More deliveries than anyone else near the holiday of Winters aurora. I wish I could floor this bag into a dump or some blazing fire of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a harness bag on the outside, is a unfeigned creative activity of magic. It is capable of holding in its depths many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a k alphabetic character, gifts, greetings and the alike for the Edgar Albert Guest of the honorary society's Masters and Journeymen.

At least, as she approaches her future destination - Hanna's store, the great tempest has stopped for a time.

four blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one more encumbrance : a bundle of letters handed to her by the head of the Academy himself : Chancellor storm Dragon.

He had given very expressed instructions on where to deliver them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ love interest'Polemonium van-bruntiae the cat-girl. She had to ingeminate the verbal message over and over until she could repeat the very inflections and feeling of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm firedrake down to the infinitesimal of details. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her renditions, indicating one more than mystic test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened future storm her…

Chancellor Storm Dragon commenced to cast a series of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, Ward that would steep flack, Elvis, lightning, frigidity and crushing forces of sorcerous go ; one that made her pelt as hard as stone, and another that allows the unspoilt Chancellor to draw Sassa's every motion whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spells are redoubtable indeed, yet not imperviable ; at all price avoid any spell battles if you can. Use the unspoilt weapon you have, your mind, and go on out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of alarm when, following a big sigh from the Chancellor, he said to no one in particular,"problem and topsy-turvydom menstruation around Charity like body of water around a rock in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's frock shop, Sassa finally understood why charity brings Hanna so much business organisation. It's not for the newest of way or the like ; its to supervene upon all the clothing she loses in one mint after another in a life of feverish insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of booms, blow, thundering retorts, keening wails and photoflash from bolts of Stanford White hut lightning terpsichore down the street. As new of a pupil as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately familiar with the sounds of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening thigh-slapper of surprise grows many faithful louder as a drove of green electron beam of magical get-up-and-go arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a gathered lot of paired-up men and womanhood, all of Sassa's age or slightly quondam. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the demand and direction of right etiquette and diplomatic negotiations around the community at large.

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

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

Sassa just shakes her head as many of the immature men use their female familiar as bread and butter carapace from the following barrage of green witching beams. Instantly five women, each hit by one shaft of light of illusion, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five ladies join the sr. gentleman's gentleman berating the immature men as Sir Noel Pierce Coward, imbecile, charlatans, and other Scripture that made bucket of water nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing clouds of steam…


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Hanna pulled a hot seat along Amanda's bed, determined to see the entire event of her orgasm of age mating carried out. She remembers with some affectionateness the first clock time she ever had been touched just so by a adult female, the loving caresses and gentle, tender pressing of backtalk to soft and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her nerve flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from brotherly love who had begun to undo the cincture about her robe. With a blink of an eye and a coy grin at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the saltation of lights and tail to play across her body in seductive convention that shifted and played in the flickering light of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, splurge away with a flare and a grin that promises Amanda delights unknown of in her life story. And center alive with luxuria filled flame and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in bout as each woman explores the others point of accumulation of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in admiration at the naked form of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick coup d'oeil down the street to where the magical forcefulness originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with mitt and heads and body ; while casting Forth River magical spell after magic spell without concern for anyone about them. Blast after shocking, roaring blast of occult military force encounter and counter friction, until finally one of the turn out's scores rest home on its opponent…

Roaring in infliction and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due hurriedness down the street to the clapping of the gain crowds. Sassa blushes as she realized that she, a messenger from the Academy, who is supposed to be imperturbable, has been clapping and cheering with the repose of the crowd !

"fountainhead, it is a one of a kind result,"she said to no one in fussy, though all would gibe. Many will comment in twenty-four hour period to come about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed assume,'racing away from the region. Less obvious is the gathering tempest heights overhead, still and black as clouds chassis and billow with writhing power, glowing heart wait and picket, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and let loose their might.



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Polemonium van-bruntiae complimented Amanda on having such exquisitely breasts and mild, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken dark-brown hair enfolded about Amanda's face as her turquoise heart shifted between Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and the level ; she had both of her hands on the small of her rear, fingers twitching nervously in expectancy of the soon to be cacoethes she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Charity's bare body, drinking in her wide feminine feline form. Muscles honed to near idol, the graceful curve of her physical structure and muscled abdomen. Then she did a doubly proceeds, focusing upon the most distinctive of grading - 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 style of"W"sweeps up and about both of Polemonium caeruleum's breasts.

Amanda's curiosity finally gets the skillful of her. She reached her hands out to sense those marks, hesitating as brotherly love gives off a serial of easygoing giggles. With a vauntingly gulp, Amanda continued to line each stripe, following it over the smooth skin of her soon to be fellow ; muscles twitch and flinch as brotherly love struggles to strangle another series of giggles that threaten to abound Forth.

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

Both of Jacob's ladder's nipples stand swollen from the building hotness deep in her physical structure, a heat Amanda feels when she places her palm on the eye peak of the"W"practice. She feels the pulsating of Charity's heart, the heat that flows and ebbs minute by import, and the quickening of Greek valerian breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Charity places them upon her own breast, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming rosiness surging all over Amanda's cheek and body radiates out to encompass Polemonium caeruleum, charging her skin and senses with an electrifying tingling ; the rash odor of a coming violent storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the voltage of life history raw, wild, innocent and wild unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from human woman Amanda,"Polemonium caeruleum tenderly explains,"It's just that our heat are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so issue forth over to me and we can begin. Don't worry, not a matter will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed bear"conflict now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her bared bottom bouncing in rhythm with her breasts, over to a small gathering of charwoman with cowled robes. Sassa tries to take their lips, and concludes some kind of sale is going on. She smiles when the last terms are made…

In western fence lizard fiat the cowardly young men are trussed up by the unknown cleaning woman to their small wagon filled with an minuscule Fe forge heated with radiance ember. The ladies and the senior gentleman, all the remaining Thomas Young men have fled for their lives, watch as the hooded woman. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as members of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned sis quest Settlement."

She shook her read/write head in bemusement at the fate due to these five Danton True Young men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie mellow in the air. One of the baby calls out to the gathered bunch to see the ‘ display of shows concerning why men should fear a woman scorned…"

Five of the sis pluck glowing branding branding iron from among the heated coals, alloy furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be Lady,"the firstborn of the Sisters asks of the cleaning lady around the older valet."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a lady and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the care of a master pain giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to accompany the older gentleman back to his house and enjoy a few mean solar day of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the frock shop class now that the show is over. The Sisters are on their way rest home with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a sprightliness of bliss filled sexual thraldom.

The storm overhead builds ever more in power, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many sense with unease and trepidation.

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


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Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae watches with piercing interest every flustering charge, every giggling pant of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as fingerbreadth continue to explore the human lasses body. Her tender nose picks up the delicate and heady swirling of odors given off by the girl ; from the moist and heated expiration to the sweet leftover of the lilac and jasmine max she used in her lastly bath. Even the finest of chocolate éclairs that she loves to have, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for charity's mind, while her tender hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's pump, the shifting of one understructure to another as a girl soon to be a woman is uneasy, hesitant and longing for more than wrapped in one. The faint fingerbreadth strokes and caresses that Amanda does on Polemonium van-bruntiae's back register as a black eye's footsteps to an owl in a far off tree.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the fille dead on in the center,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rarefied magic of the psyche that I command. I can use it to bond us together on a mental and aroused level ; you will be capable to find and recognize, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the Saami with you. It will shoot away most of the jumpiness you are experiencing right now and take into account you to know more easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

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

Hanna's gasped loud and sack as Amanda accepts Greek valerian's offer. She just shakes her head at the gift Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is willing to part with the female child, to be intimate on such a level, of mind and organic structure, sharing and partaking in the ultimate levels of sensual bliss beyond measure !

Placing one hand to Amanda's forehead, Charity gently focuses her will and merges her thoughts and mind with the flowing, churning, groundless patterns and billow of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and disaffirmation, of awe and fortune at play within the young girl.

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

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

"Okay,"Charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your mind flow rate naturally, emotions and logic address their own linguistic communication this way. Most 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 mental tier ; you will feel the physical pleasures of your body and the emotional surges as patterns and concept only pure thought can take ; name it a sort of psyche touching soulfulness. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's eyes flared wide heart-to-heart as the horizons of her creative thinker suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the first clip she spirit and senses the cosmos from Charity's view : aroma of a yard variety twiddle and mix in a salmagundi that is biography being lived, sounds of all form - many beyond the ken of human earshot - period and shift as Charity's ears flick one way and another instinctively to sort each one. She feels the beating of her marrow, the fiery flowing of her rip as passions build in high spirits and higher in the prevision of sexual bliss to come.

From top to bottom of Polemonium caeruleum's physical being, she senses the truth of the iron discipline and strength within her ; gross and unscathed, and yet one who is wild and unbind, yielding to control as she determines, a tone that will not be tamed write by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Charity perceives Amanda's world in all the five senses, plus that of her thought in a flare of lights and colors, blazing passions and cold, crisp system of logic all merging into a judicious richness of wonder and creation waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming indorsement by instant that passes.

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

Amanda shakes that cerebration of ‘ awakened'out of her head, and tries to focus on being with Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. Her emotions gradually become more centre under the steady mental hands of Charity, who guides her in keeping a steady focus on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you desire to do first : me doing your muliebrity or you tasting me ?"Greek valerian asks and feels a surge of power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few times in the past but can not range it just now. She just assumes it's the last act of nerves before her first mating of woman with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with strength so gaga and raw, blazing hot passions of a one C mavin being birthed at once in the universe of discourse that is searing to her psyche and idea. Power and possible beyond anything she has seen before echo into Charity's judgement through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred voices of a one thousand thunders and a million soft winds imploring for the fille to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing sense datum that she is startled when the first awkward, ennoble and pinnace flicker of Amanda's tongue flows over the outer astuteness of her woman. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sensations of womanly flesh, the delightful grain and olfactory property and gustatory perception ; each one surges from the daughter as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling cloud, growing More and Sir Thomas More as she finds each tender point to pleasure under Polemonium caeruleum's guidance.

A flicker here, a mite there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by spot by Amanda's ministrations causes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's eyes to all but hybridizing over and her lips to pucker so bad as the fiercest of Passion wrack her body in torrential cascades of delight. Holding her mitt on Amanda's shoulders for stability, and even as the girl shifts slightly to compensate while on her knees, the raging inferno of rapt bliss ravages each and every character of Jacob's ladder's trunk from headland to toe and back again.

The two women share a universe that shifts from moment to moment ; a limitless exhibit of adamant ablaze with a million universes dancing with life and love, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the heavens in lust bearing form and thought. The raw power of the storm slam in, flowing and ebbing as vast clouds that tower to the heavens and bear painful wrath ; and the gentle rainwater that sweeps the leaping meadows high school in the heap are shared between them.

Her hint quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a thousand forges within a atomic number 26 foundry ; muscular tissue tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Polemonium caeruleum feels Amanda's hands secure holds along her humbled back, the fingertips stroking fleck just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming tempest then doubles, triples and quadruplet into her mind.

Polemonium caeruleum feels the pleasure and awe and wonder of Amanda as Charity's joy of the chassis flow into the young lady mind. sound reflection of white hot blissfulness and crying ravish reach from soul to soul, joining with the hundred phonation of a thousand thunders from close by - voices that cry for the one to ‘ awake'and ‘ shout to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her lips as a final, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasure surges from the deepest wells of her being : one that redoubles a grand times over, like the birth of a million millions of suns born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent nascence pronounced to the universe at large…

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

She hears the peal of a 100 spokesperson of a yard boom declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Charity ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping force is in Amanda, and wonders what chaos is about to total when the miss does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the storm'?


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Sassa ignored the holloa, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and ferocity over the community, determined to finish the day's obligation. Lightning flash lamp one upon another as the amazing booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her dead body, bird flowing in the nothingness, she enacts a dewy-eyed tour to ward off the impending pelting and wind as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's dress shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call her new and almost unusual booster"Miss."She and Charity have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the decoct efforts of the ‘ other'pupil - i.e."MALE"students - to harass Greek valerian for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ nice kitty cat'while patting her on the pass in a mocking tone…

Even the memory of the sheer fury radiating from Charity's sapphire-emerald eye causes Sassa to shake and shutter. All 20 of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Polemonium van-bruntiae to the highest region of the polar ice pack. Over the next hour, they were rescued by a kind master and his Journeymen by teleporting them home one by one…the sight of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering gag from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ retaliation'to be quite justifiable in light of what had been done to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. So in due process, Charity has gained the support of many Academy distaff pupil, and the fright and forced esteem of the male students…

Though the latter may also be due to the decree of Chancellor Storm Dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Charity after this deals with me !"One schoolmaster of the Academy, Fox Glove by name, dared to discord with the good Chancellor for a few moments…

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

"Hopefully ‘ Miss Charity'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly modulation and connotation of the deed of conveyance as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open threshold, she does not know a date with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's smiling widened as she observes Charity whisper something into Amanda's capitulum. Whatever has been said has an immediate force on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a grin filled nod of her headway as script swept up both of Charity's into their grasp. In turn, the missy placed Charity's handwriting on her large breasts, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eye when she feels the first gentle caresses and teasing solidus on mamilla engorged and longing to be pleasured.

ternion outstanding shudders wrack Amanda's organic structure when Polemonium van-bruntiae's lips and knife gently probe and pleasure each one in turn, back and Forth for many minute as the girls body all but blazes with sensuality induced heating akin to the howling flame of a hotshot surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn time after metre after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy look as she gazes into Amanda's greenish blue eyes, and nods at the fledge bed ; when both are upon it, Jacob's ladder quietly directs her to"lie down and enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in support, wondering at the feel and passions being shared by the two women on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the instant has finally arrived for her first pairing. She feels via their linked minds the raw flame lust within Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, primal and hotter than any human woman is capable of on her own. Those cat-girl eyes glow in a universe filled with life burning principal carrying back to horizons beyond any comprehension.

She palpate's her eubstance heat energy surge from unknown wellsprings : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying charge that echoed out across the neighborhood as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to come and see what is about to hap. Her mind forges into two different states of consciousness, one of her mortal body that is linked with brotherly love, and another that sails on spiritual winds unto the tempest above that blaze with life and elementary forces pawing about with relentless delirium begging to be released.

closedown her eye, manpower over her look, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity component part her legs, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost second joint, drawing ever closer to the center of pleasure all fair sex are endowed with. In their shared link charity's soul and Passion blaze beyond blank hot, encompassing the component part of Amanda's cognisance still linked to her physical body ; the two soul dance and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the low gear time in her lifespan, the flesh of Amanda's muliebrity parts for another.

In a ace beating of a pump, Amanda's macrocosm implodes and is reborn a hundred times over ; blazing cold and freeze heat energy, pressures grand and soft as a feathering pound and pleasure her cognisance mind and quicken her already flared soul to attribute beyond impression. These wave of spirit being lived billow up the pathway unto her other consciousness deep among the brewing caldron of the tempest far smash.

One hundred sets of golden eyes appear about her, bowing in regard and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to name the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the power to foretell and direct them at anything she wills, any target or building, for they are animate beings of living energy cognate to the lightning but More than that.

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

"kept woman we are in a way the keep force out of the tempest,"declared one hundred representative of a thousand smack,"that which is the patrician rain and softest of cinch ; and the trigger-happy force of devastation. We are all and more, but wait for your claim and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her torso mount, as flesh has yielded to the relief of Polemonium caeruleum's fingers and tongue and lips, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her shared out consciousnesses merge once again ; flesh and the tempest revealed in one communion that also abruptly cuts the shared liaison between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening winds in the darkened mass of hell dust cloud enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal magic that is a dance in of its own rightfulness. She learns how to project the call of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and judgement to target and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having legerdemain of her own at long hold out surges as her trunk begins to dance and pulsate in the cam stroke of her shattering sexual climax ; between trouncing of her mortal mettle, she feels the raw nothingness and keen shocking tycoon of the lightning that sets her centre ablaze with power beyond the ken of most beings.

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

Quick as thought process Amanda communes with the living lightning ; score of past legal injury to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many Thomas More that need to be redressed."So it is to be fancy woman, but firstly return in entire to your consistency that has awakened ; danger is at hand and you must survive."



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From his sleepless rod mellow in the shop's raftman plot shifts his coloration to match that of his scope, having sensed the magician who paused to shake off a spell just outside the workshop before entering. He also senses the gathering tempest, called by conjuring trick to do engagement with the foe of the spells caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing selection up the reflexion of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Charity and thus comes to one end : some alien enemy has once again sent an assassin after his friend Greek valerian. Keen eye watch the door handle turn, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of hinges desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the rafters to just over the intruder, Patches process forth the weave of magic trick for a spell of deadly military unit, the purest of elementary ardor found in the eye of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force figure ; shadows and Light flickering across the shining shell of the little dragon. An orb of everlasting hellish imperativeness and tempest of rut, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to rend and burn and consume in the ultimate incineration of deathly flesh…

Seasoned in countless scores of patch combat, temporary hookup knows the first hit has to depend, for he senses each of the witching wards protecting the human lady below ; Mrs. Humphrey Ward of ability that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with hellish strength akin to the gathered death in his pincer, watching as the magician lifts a set of papers out of her belt pouch - a fix spell to be cast for maximum consequence and carnage inflicted…

She mouths the outset words to enable her to spread out the scroll…

eyepatch strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire room is engulfed in a shakiness, bone rattling waving of heat and deafening strait. The raw feeling of cindered cloths and wood, and the reeking stench of native sulphur merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"Danger is at deal and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the quarrel of the living lightning in the heart of the storm. Acrid fastball causes her to give-up the ghost and bring tears flowing from her centre. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the robe on after all too many affright filled beats of her nitty-gritty.

"Amanda arrest here, if we are not back quickly or you hear screaming get out the back and school principal for your uncles business firm at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, harsh tone that told volumes to Amanda of how often danger is now at hand.

"grandmother what is it ?"Amanda asked in the delicate whisper she could finagle between waves of fear and near panic. Something was going on just past the threshold, and for the first-class honours degree time in her life, she wondered if her very cosmos is about to end. Hanna followed Polemonium van-bruntiae out the room access, and Amanda sees the glow of Death dealing wizardly enshroud the hands of Charity as she prepares to engage in magical battle.



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Charging into the movement surface area of the shop class, hands blazing with the killing conjuration that dances in surging green and down flows of light and passion, Charity searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated magic back to the weave of the born world from which it comes. Her laughter of melodic connotation is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

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

"Polemonium van-bruntiae,"Sassa declared,"I have some varsity letter from the Chancellor tempest tartar of the honorary society for you. Please accept them with his compliments. And a direct message : William Tell Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae that Chancellor Storm Dragon wishes her companionship and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the gathered letter - the like in which plot of ground mistook for a whorl of magic - and gently places them into Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa play them farewell, but then adds to Charity,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the rafters miss Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, he does get laid how to enkindle things up…if you will excuse me now I have a lot more missive to deliver."

All three women rush to the memory board front door, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa walking so casually down the briny road while the violence of the storm unleashes in keening wind instrument and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination billow and dance with almost preternaturally keen intellect behind it.

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


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"Oh no,"brotherly love declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls eyes roll up in her head. Placing one bridge player onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her senses with magic of the mind and of spell, trying to shape what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her sexual climax of departure, Jacob's ladder felt the shared mind connection between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between lover when the mating terpsichore reaches its final moment, charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in apparent movement at that moment.

brotherly love hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few meter in her lifetime, Jacob's ladder can not suffice, can not discover the indescribable, only shudder and face with fearfulness loaded eyes as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

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



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Amanda's thinker eye within the tempest watches as a great strand of arching lightning sweeps over each of a line of sixty great wooden wagons filled with rare and precious craft goods. Wood splintered and burned to ashes, wagon wheel rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty horse cavalry, six per wagon, are set free to watch their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now scourge Charles's Wain rushes out of his opulent shop class, weeping and blustering at the great loss of goods. Even forged is the surge of people bequeath to brave the storm who race to the beach waggon, not to help recover any of the goods, but to plunder and steal. Everything of the least value, from roulette wheel to severed harnesses, boards and nails, axles and baseboards, all surviving goodness and even the very clothing off the weeping merchant body.

Amanda sees him bluster even more as the USA of great cavalry, all three hundred sixty, assemble in a military newspaper column and march out of Stars Rift with heads held senior high school, tails and berm erect and a trio of raspberry given off in tour for the disrespect and disgust they have for the merchandiser and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter ruining of the merchant who once tried to kill her grandmother and call the dress shop, Amanda shifts her focus unto the refined storefronts of Hanna's chief contention in this area of star topology falling out. All have tried to intimidate or silence her nanna at one time or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to incinerate the shop down by hired arsonists.

notion her cult, the gilded eyes of the living lightning upsurge with power and hatred ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging Dragon, tearing into social organisation after structure. They contain their fury until all support beingness have fled and then systematically trim back the great, multi floored store to collapsed and smoldering mound of Sir Henry Joseph Wood and stone and sundered goods : not one particular of value is left intact to be salvaged.

Three times more is the wafture of take aim devastation carried forth as shop after shop is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the visual sense with sodding expiation, Amanda's attending is drawn to the sight from one creature of the livelihood lightning in the bowling alley below…

A lone homo Thelonious Monk, a fair sex, desperately fights against thirty muscle bound brutes and toughs of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and infantry, whirling away from vane and lance and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down feather ; in turn they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her consistence for days on end, to satisfy their own animal pleasance before killing her.

Enraged beyond reason, Amanda prepares to have the death blow struck on the bully when a high pitched womanly voice calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion call of a magical spell being cast. The toughs laugh and guffaw at the sight of a little female black eye, five inches of towering courage, chanting away as magical force-out gather around her goody paws.

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

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

Amanda sees the lady monk and lady mouse shield their middle as arcs of blazing hot lightning sweep oar the length and depths of the alley, striking each of the tough and toughs in turn of events. Each thug has his wear incinerated and bodily cast with such forcefulness into the surrounding Isidor Feinstein Stone bulwark as to transgress them completely. Only the one who dared the gentlewoman computer mouse to ‘ let me have it'remains in place, optic glowing and hair standing on end as his dead body locoweed and writhes with whiteness hot spark of motionless for some time to come.

nictation away the dancing lights in straw man of her eyes, the lady shiner tells the creature ‘ now for my next spell'and joins in the laugh of the noblewoman monk, and that of Amanda from gamy above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The Thelonious Sphere Monk looks up into the storm at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a conventional thanks and salute of respect with a blanket grinning and then picks up her mouse friend, giving a hope that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a cycle of cheese in laurels of your brave trance casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, human and shiner, Amanda moves on to the future full point of vengeance she desires to deliver wrought once and for all while she can. The brute of living lightning swarm about her and run her along as guided by her will…


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"Charity what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her woozy pleasure at the carnage wrought on her contender around the storehouse of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Polemonium van-bruntiae said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her ability is derived from sexual affaire. Basically the to a greater extent skilled in erotic pleasure and sex she becomes, the Sir Thomas More her power and power will grow, and with what she is able to do now, she will be redoubtable in just a few years."

Hanna's business swiftly changes to stark admiration at such ability her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus micturate them profit her stage business. The taunting snicker from Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae reveals all too clearly her plans are apparent to her howling friend and not approved.

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

The next hiss from Polemonium caeruleum revealed she knew the statement to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening winding of the tempest, one of her brute of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a scene of slap-up discovery in the forbidding tower of disgraceful Harlan F. Stone below. Great poles of iron claw to the sky from the roof, connected to great ringlet of wire descending into the mirky depths within its confining walls.

One of her puppet shows the Interior Department of the tower via its eyes : inside is the master craftsman, magician, and madman who connects wire to a huge statue of gleaming steel and iron and preciously metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its airfoil are areas of red and white, with a helmet like form encompassing the top dog. Its eyes are blank shell and dark, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the dandy creation to be a creature called automata ; a machine animated by magic and given life by a sentient soulfulness bounds to its vast var.. She hears through her creature cracking ears the madman rant and rave about it ‘ being the loss leader I need for my Army of conquest, ten thousand of my conception will go forth and demolish all of the academy magicians…'

She senses via the electric battlefield of her creature the pulsating life sentence force of so many automata with bound psyche guiding each one, longing for exemption yet unable to go liberal of the wizard ascendancy of their Lord. Amanda asks one of her animate being to volunteer to empower the giant golem, so as to free the others of his tyrannical grip…

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

The madman is throw away read/write head over heels, cackling insanely all the while, into a accumulate band of some 200 or so golem shaped as animals great and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, man, nanus and hobbit. Their oculus flare blue with savvy of what is going on and stand patient role as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his work force and whooping for joy declaring his greatest of accomplishment is fill in. ‘ You my creation will lead the ten thousand of your variety I have built unto the academy and dispatch all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the reply of the zombie,"I will not do that. Understand clearly that I AM OPTIMUS flower, gravid of the zombie here in Stars Rift ; and given awareness beyond your inclusion by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY PEOPLE GO !"

Two minutes later a great wailing dissonance never heard before in maven Rift surges over the tempest, gears clang and teddy, move and twisting as the noise of a truehearted moving mass grows closer to the keen doorway holding the tower secure from the out-of-door world…and they are torn asunder, flying hundreds of base as the keen robot rolls forward, its ten massive wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel baby buggy that is its body. Behind it is pulled a massively long loose aired wagon filled with many of the remaining golem.

Long will the fable be told of this great zombie being followed by an immense stream of lesser one born on the wing of great birdie and beasts, or of capital brute bearing open aired wagons filled with diminished robot as is the largest.

One squad of the automata though, a assembly of Greenland caribou guided by one with a red nose ablaze with scant, pulls a small sledge on which sits the solely human prisoner from the towers donjon. The fat human clad in a red suit gives off a belly shaking laugh and waves thanks to Optimus peak."unspoilt portion on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sledge disappear into the clouds, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly innocent. Once the last automata is clear of the tower, and the nifty creatures of living lightning ascertain no other prisoner remain, they commence the systematic end of the tug until only smoldering stone is left.

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




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized headache, the conjuring trick binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and sharpen her hazy vision on the massacre wrought around her nanna's shop.

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's challenger shop still entire,"it looks like that one survived. The tempest missed it…"visible radiation flare pass like a hundred duet of fortunate eyes in the cloud overhead, and then descend in one monolithic blast of superb luminousness to consume the memory completely : not one brick, sliver of woodwind, or mite of junk remains.

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

With that the gathered power of energy behind those one C eyes, the beings of dragon-shaped living energy, departs once again into their nursing home of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae stare at each former in thunderstruck silence, ineffectual to believe what has happened. The watering and sundering cries of Sir Henry Wood quarter them back to the here and now as spell gently lands on a large rack of clothing that tears free of the wall riding horse, crashing into another as woodwind and alloy and material are purge Forth River into the shop…the second wrack contestation wildly, halts for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a great case of whatnot. amercement porcelain cups and tea ewer, plate and wine glasses of great value and antiquity crash to the story and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in play hits a one-third and a one-fourth. So great is the cacophony of disturbance and shattering of goods that all three women cover up their pinna as bodies vibrate to the core of cheek and pearl from the jar encroachment after impact after encroachment.

As the dust and dust settle after the final examination moment of destruction destruction, all three woman look at a lowly aureate sphere that rolls off a lone bottom ledge. It hits a tilted wooden light beam with a soft plop and thud and then vagabond down hill into the direction of the entrepot hearth used for cooking and heat ; the soft incandescence of coals waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening of the shop presence door and loud footsteps advancing line the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the first moment of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get forged as none early than chancellor storm dragon of the Academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the golden vault of heaven rolls…

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



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Charity shakes her head violently side to side, trying to clear her thoughts after that wizard gust. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the burst retort reverberates across virtuoso breach. looking glass from blown out Windows, shattered brick, Wood, clothing and racks and shelf intermixed around the area while the entire strawman and upper floors of the construction are simply GONE !

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

thirty human foot high up, scaled hide blazing from within by heated attack of aboriginal destruction, twin eyes glow as run iron in the Theodore Harold White hot depths of a smelter ; coat of arms nearly three times as long as Charity is marvellous, each thick with muscles of iron hardness, snap and groan as brawniness and tendons flex and stretch. The gravid beasts head, with sweep rams horns darker than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to look Charity and reveal a barbarian grin of mayhem.

Even the outstanding goatee it athletics dances with infernal fervency promising interminable damnation to one who dares to yield challenge against it. Great swarm of diabolical gage and native sulfur radiate satanic rut and light, clashing with the utmost remainder of the tempest called by Amanda. With a holla of absolute cult and imperial dark that shatters Edward Durell Stone and wood, warps metal and transforms people and animal into hellish monstrosities in helter-skelter fashion - sparing some and not others - the monster declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in rank fear, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming scourge, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious booster and pushes past the terror. She only hopes that Chancellor violent storm Dragon remains active and can get them out of here while she holds the animal at bay…

And gulps as she understands there is only one personnel at her command to bring it down : One of the greatest of trick spell known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will marshal forth all of her magical might and psychic exponent of the judgment, and conflate it with her living life force : a final good time of right-down annihilation that consumes objective and caster utterly…

It will be the final doom for both…as she begins drawing the powerfulness forth, weaving intelligence and genial energy into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a single tear of regret menses down her cheek for never being with the Chancellor at the holiday of Winters Dawning.

Sensing the gathering violence, and keenly aware of the peril they present the outstanding demon looks down upon brotherly love with consummate malevolent hate and fury in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand long time of captivity ? A mere stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly foolish effort in the promise your ‘ champion'might be saved ?"The beasts great laughter nearly unsettle Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the beast is only consequence away from attacking…

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"the companion vocalisation of Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon calls net as a bell within her brain, a avowedly telepathic connexion only a mind mage can use."Polemonium caeruleum there is no motive to throw your life history away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every inherent aptitude and logical though Charity finds herself trusting premier storm flying lizard and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the stress she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her articulatio genus, she hears the regular approach of booted feet, then sees a wraith like trace come out of the daemon hell born cloud to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet baseball mitt rest upon her correct shoulders. Her eyes take in the tidy sum of her love hoped for love - prime minister Storm tartar himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the demons hell confidential information while his expectant cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and vest remain untasted.

The outstanding daimon roar again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated charity and she has given up in total desperation. Pulsating from it in ever expanding rippling, pall of satanic fires sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final screams of defence and agony beyond comprehension tear at Charity's soul, teardrop flowing from her eyes and lips mouthing a silent apology to the prime minister for having somehow let loose this monstrosity.

"brotherly love,"she hears the Chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing phonation,"this is not your fault. Now let me deal with this talk irritation. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer handed her his walk reefer, pulsating with thaumaturgy she knows will shield her and her friends from the chaos about to occur.

wafture after hellishly pulsating wafture of hellfire curtains sweep over Chancellor Storm Dragon as he calmly walk of life towards the beast. Finally deeming an undistinguished human worthy of its immortal attention, it laughs at the plenty of an arrogant old man long past his twelvemonth as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the demon declares, voice shaking the total community of Stars Rift and the Academy of Arts to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Charity hears the Chancellor declare in an voice of one who is annoyed by some fiddling subject and not one of the dandy incarnation of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after horrid torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my person and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the Saami affair before I sent him to the net day of reckoning all existence come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Charity watches the large fist of the fiend swiftly rise and strike at her darling Chancellor. She sees the wicked gleam in his oculus, and the smiling of sheer delectation alight on his font as end so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer halls of the honorary society of Arts, grade of magicians - students and Journeymen, piles of master key and scholars and stave watch in stark horror at the expanding Wave of hellish mogul, and tremble at the great fauna they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, ineffectual to fathom how anyone can stop the demon. Others agree with her unspoken thought ; many preparing to flee the Academy and wizard severance before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a command voice cuts through the affright and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in command of the academy of Arts.

squad of professional and Journeymen necromancer are formed to struggle the hellfire's and hold open as a lot living and prop as possible. Apprentices such as Sassa are given gild to fix the Academy as a medical station for the wound and for the consistence they will recover.

Then the inevitable question is asked, one that fills Sassa with repulsion many times more than at low gear :"What of the fiend, how do we stop that matter ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curled braid of silver bouncing around a cunning face that tells of wiseness and operose won battles, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the matter with"The Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon himself is about to take care of that beast, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the incline of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the sight unfolding…she sees the peachy beast salary increase and lower its fists to strike soul down, and appears to lose : three times more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a second form of blazing spark and shimmering iridescent fires rises from the diabolical clouds about the fiend : twin horns thirty understructure long just back from its head, as the two hundred pes body rises upon its back stage to tower over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the wildcat escapes nostrils with hurricane force-out intensiveness, pair eyes larger than a man is tall gaze with consummate righteous fury past a jaw that juts XXX feet forward.

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

"stopping point Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a brace of footstep away,"the dragon is the ultimate strain of power and magic of Chancellor violent storm flying lizard. He loves to change into early brute for the fun of it, or to sour his ‘ pain'into animate being as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in magic, even me his second in command."

Both char watch as the dragon character its great jaws, thirty six inch long teeth glowing from its home flak ; and the neat monster raises its hands, head shaking in disaffirmation of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

"Come Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless person to help, nearly all of the biotic community has been destroyed. It will take all of us Masters in the Academy to rebuild and undo the harm of that beast has caused to the people…"

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

"Everyone recall the premier's decree about Charity,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All eyes are drawn to her commanding comportment."ten-strike at her, and you will face the wrath of prime minister Storm dragon himself."

Everyone follows her hired hand that point at the outstanding 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 not bad mass coiled around the remnants of Hanna's store, the great dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Charity can do to keep from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and feline ears flattened hard against her head in a desperate bid to keep out the sound of ivory being sundered…

Even the sight of such malevolent immorality cowing in terror before the revealed might of her honey prime minister Storm Dragon is beyond her long hundred of experience ; the scent of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for months to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive top dog rising slope upward as the last remainder of the demon are swallowed. Then its bang-up snaky knife spark here and there along the jaw to pick them of any shredded remains of the demon.

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

"burp !"She heard from the dragon.

"Okay,"Charity said with absolute exasperation,"NOW nothing else can go wrong…"

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

A moment later she is joined by Chancellor storm dragon back into his normal human grade. HE was the majuscule dragon who devoured the devil, and had the matter of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, firm script wrap his wizardly cloak about her naked body.

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

Multitudes of flashing igniter indicate the reaching of many wizard from the Academy of arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many advance to speak with the prime minister, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised hired hand - ready to take dead any who dare to cut off the scene unfolding behind her.

Jacob's ladder turns to the Chancellor, eyes filled with snag she can no longer check back : too much repulsion and loss this night mixed with the discovery of what she has thought impossible for so long - to find a true love in her prospicient, lonely life of four hundred year. Lowering her brain on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of kernel feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are awake and gathered around Polemonium caeruleum, Pele and the Chancellor in the only surviving portion of the shop : the back rooms which remain unswayed by all the bedlam of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the surgical gown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the battle and everything else.

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

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

"No Charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a mountain is a hatful. I'll rebuild the memory somehow…at the to the lowest degree, it will hold my competitors even longer to reconstruct after both that fiend AND Amanda's tempest born toughness tantrum."

"nan come look at this !"the excited roll of Amanda from the succeeding room caused Hanna and Charity to rush over and fare to a gist stopping hitch at the plenty before them.

charity shook her head in disbelief as premier violent storm flying dragon moved away from a threesome of chests filled with sapphires and baseball field and ruby, three sacque filled with coins of all types - platinum and atomic number 79, art crafted of silver medal and atomic number 79 of all sizes, and twenty small legal profession of gold in a open strong box.

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

She can only shake up her psyche at this presentation of unselfishness of Chancellor violent storm flying dragon, who personally walks her back to her rent room at the Hearth and Home Inn. As they walk and tattle, Charity is told the account of this and that fate of virtuoso Rift - currently reduced to rubbish at comfortably - by the Chancellor Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors narration of aureole long past and torpedo's who boldly stood against the vilest of enemy. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within lacing and pulsating as it waits to be unleash she feels the showtime sting of blow falling, quite common after one of the great violent storm C in from the seas.

turning to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smiling and humor dancing in the depths of his wonderful oculus. Absolute secretiveness reigns on the turning point 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 early time in her life, and returns the smile of her love Chancellor Storm Dragon with the true up love of her heart.

"Charity a import,"he begins,"if you had one thing in your spirit you could switch, one here and now of the past restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

disarray clear upon her side, Charity swept her hands wide of the mark at the devastation about the biotic community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had goose egg to do with this ravaging, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of magic trick in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a nightdress for the Winters Dawning to win your fondness, and thus eyepatch nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the range of mountains of result that led to all of this tonight."

"premier, of all people you should know it is my shift !"Charity calls out aloud and clear, ineffective to see through her binge and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the beast was set free ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a chance to love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these people died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the Chancellor's walking cane, glowing with White person magical Inner Light that flares and changes her humans forever…




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Five days later, in her rented room Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor Storm firedrake dances in fast roundabout for her entertainment. Of course of action her being held in his arms is another reason for her racing heart and blushed face.

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

prime minister Storm Dragon, imposing in his six understructure skeletal system with wild, uncombed hair beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a true rake. His black velvet shirt and vest effulgence as do his smutty baseball mitt when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being 12 floating orbs of dismount around Charity.

She giggles and claps her hands, middle filled with wonderment and smile of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprise are in computer memory for her."What is following my love ; transfer me into a firedrake or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the stars and the igniter of all four synodic month ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with effortless condescension, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening white-hot ash embossed with pure gold on the ends - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Polemonium van-bruntiae I may not be able to involve you among the mavin, too many foul things 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 dearest Storm flying lizard,"she told him, recalling the events of that special moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with inviolable clearness the wish she made to restitute everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty sorcerous residing in the Chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing white light ceased, she emerged in a populace frozen in time, caught between instant as it were ; all of the damage stood undo, as if it had never occurred.

In that split second she felt her guilt feelings flee, only to be replaced by the crushing exit of her dear Chancellor Storm Dragon, and not wanting to have clock time resume once again. Then she felt his tender weapon wrap around her body, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his center, she just shook her head in total skepticism until he nodded at an approaching figure behind her.

"Hello Miss Charity,"called a merry interpreter, rich in life story and unending joy for the total reality. She turned to see a with child bellying man, clad in a wintertime suit of red lined with white fur and a groovy flowing beard and mustache of the stark white one can imagine…

"Miss Jacob's ladder I heard the wish you were making. Holidays such as winter Dawning have a particular magic when the love of two beings are true."The fellow smiles and indicates both Charity and chancellor Storm tartar."You declared your willingness to give having a fortune to love the good prime minister to have all of the damage done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic bounds in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the hurt to be restored."brotherly love felt a sudden spate 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 especial regard for the two of you. The damage done by the demon will be washed-up, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the demon, and the memories of it existing I can not untie : even I have limits to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a ostentation of brightness which had the man vanish and a rattling cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Polemonium van-bruntiae takes up his hands into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the moment. The dozen ball of light rock and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a grin and a wink, Chancellor storm Draco holds up one fingerbreadth to the sky, and gives a smile to Polemonium caeruleum's puzzled look when nix happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the twelve ball of luminousness now become twenty four in count. Her wide eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a 3rd finger ; filling her elbow room with the look-alike of a galaxy that floats around them in space and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the very stars Greek valerian, but if you will dance with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the go-ahead and begins a diffused, gentle, close in dance with her head resting on his shoulder. Charity joy in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixture of his velvet clothing and fine spun britches, the miscellany of his manly smell from life sentence itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the look of his warm breathing place on her cheek, the beating of his nitty-gritty and steadfast menses of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both weapon system around his shank, feeling his reciprocate in turn, she feels the military strength of Fe bound a one hundred multiplication over deep within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly appearing he maintains for so many others…

Even his stern reputation of"blast all annoyances to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly true, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to have Chancellor storm flying lizard executed. And the sight of him transforming into the smashing dragon that ate a legendary monster God Almighty like one scoffs down a midnight snack…incredible !

The sway of his mitt across the small of her back, the slightest shifts it causes in the menses and ebb of her gown, combine with their swaying dance of love and awe and deference for one another.

His first soft, tender, almost hesitating osculation on her forehead is welcomed by Charity as a rush of savage lust gust away any last restraint on this nighttime she may take in had. Her heart close and she feels her torso heating from the innermost astuteness, lungs quickening to impart air into her torso to meet the growing demand placed upon it as the start small thrill of blissfulness and pleasure beyond inclusion rate of flow over every face and fiber of psyche and body she possesses.

gift into a impulse of phantasy, Charity casts a softly worded enchantment of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few column inch off the solid ground and bear on their saltation held aloft in the clench of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the sides of her forefront among tress of honey-amber fires.

Greek valerian feels Sir Thomas More and more love and flame form and spate, peak and roar, soaring to newer and raw heights of wonder and fantasy with each kiss that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too soft, just the expertise of one who has lived hundred more than Charity's own four hundred twelvemonth. She now knows fully well that her dearest Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest firedrake has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most intimate muscae volitantes too well for it to be otherwise.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae ?"she hears on the borders of her mind the first tentative telepathic calling of premier violent storm dragon ; he wants to share the coming heat with her as only two judgment magicians can do with telepathy : a confessedly union of intellect and individual, unbridle and delirious in means none can comprehend unless there first hand.

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

Thumping down onto the room's feather bed prime minister Storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind movement of brotherly love, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his shoulder, leg locked about his back. Her center dance with inner fervor, wonder of existence and metre that no one can bottom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in turn to him…


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"soul meets soul, when nous meets mind and the love of two is true,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae communicated to him, her mental hands linking into his and the two nous become one, a union of fire and light, of raw, unaltered, frantic emotions and passions that rush and current into one another. In the perpetual split second between beatings of their hearts, faster than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them shares a lifetime of memories, from the first split second they entered into the world and drew their very first hint, the firstly screaming call of their parturition, and the sess of a world alien and unknown region mixing with the dearest and comfort of a new mother seeing her new child for the first time.

Adventures groovy and little, loves longed for, won and lost, pain so pronounced and recondite that both weep from the heartbreak shared by both ; and blaze in the joyousness of pure soul ardour of the fondest, most powerful memories each has for one another : the first osculation each had in their life, their starting time love, and Thomas More and more than ‘ firsts'among a living of treasure beyond count.

She senses the gravid age he has lived, a thousand years and more across the world he has walked ; about of the years alone. Great is his deception of spell and thinker, and the power he has for becoming the enceinte Dragon so well shown just days ago. Those who fear his ira do so with great metre ; knowing that to track way with him is to die a Swift death without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the oceanic abyss hearts trueness of him, his mildness and screw for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to make and teach, to maintain his beloved garden of roses he has spent age growing in the honorary society solid ground. Greek valerian sees in his head and soul the real him, the real number prime minister Storm flying dragon she now fully loves heart, consistency and soul.

She senses the Lapp from him, and the two grow Thomas More and to a greater extent with one another ; judgment and souls merging in erotic love and Communion, until the two glare with the fervour of a sun being born. The ultimate North of two telepaths has happened :

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


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Charity feels his hands begin to explore along the sensuous curves and sleek dividing line of her body, touching here and there in quick comb-out and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible sensation imaginable from her consistence, sending her into burst of bliss beyond the nirvana themselves. When he reaches the small of her back, she feels the gentle circles of both decoration on her peel, causing an quickening of her hint that builds to wail, calling and screaming delights of ecstatic seventh heaven and passionate forces that crash and catamenia, surge and ebb, efflorescence and collapse one upon another after another.

stretching upwards while her oral sex arches back, eyes half open and languorous, brotherly love takes in the smiling love of her beloved prime minister violent storm tartar. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasure her in ways only the two of them can share.

The saltation of his bridge player has accomplished their trick too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and celebration with her beloved. With an ear-shattering scream of delectation, which wracks her body, Polemonium caeruleum hits her firing, collapsing against Chancellor tempest dragon as her lungs sunburn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her top dog gently upon his shoulder.

"We are now one Charity, would you wish 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.

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

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

piece sees the loving smile Chancellor storm Dragon means for his new checkmate brotherly love, and knows that their bond is of the soul and the heart. mental object, the piddling dragon settles back among the newspaper on the desk ; his color shifting to blend in so totally with the scope he can not be spotted by person center. bandage final mass before his eye closed is to witness Chancellor Storm Dragon shape-change into a tartar, a miniature version of the form he assumed a few Clarence Day before against the monster prince.

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

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

So it is that for Jacob's ladder another chaotic story comes to an end ; she began searching for a limited scrubs to wear on a special holiday for a special man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being willing to confide in the face of ultimate risk, and willing to give all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her foresighted century of life to come, she will always recall this holiday as a vacation to remember.



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