Among the capital world are untold routine of dimensions, domain, stars and civilization ; a thousand chiliad of organism wander the mystic ways and paths that link them - merchant, fighter and villains, explorers and explicators, custodian of secrets and those who uncover the same. All are known regardless of their specie and origin by a corporate public figure : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these elbow room and paths converge, communities arise, each as unique as the being who dwell there ; the community of principal breach is no exclusion. It notorious above all others as a place of DoC and of hedonism run rearing ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force play of arms.

People of many metal money, earthly concern, trades and the like are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten more time the Same of betrayal, game, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of fury and pure havoc waiting the barest arc of flame to ignite, rescript does exist…for one sole reason…

The honorary society of the Arts, its sweeping buildings over three miles on a side and reaching C of level into the sky, dominates the stallion mass of wiz rupture. Famed for its libraries, museums, hallway upon unending mansion of treasures and art beyond imagination, they produce the finest of diplomatist, scholars, instructor and magicians.

In the end, it is these thaumaturgist, headed by the greatest of all, premier storm firedrake, who keep the chaos of Stars falling out in relative parliamentary law. The rule for those seeking to advance agendas and plans in the community are very wide-eyed, exert extreme care, for when some unknown lineage is crossed you will face the academy magicians, and be warned once…after that is compact annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of hotshot falling out maintenance not about the Academy, spell battles or the impending annihilation of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first base rumbling of a tempest rolling in from the gravid Garnet Sea. Great clouds race in from the sensible horizon, clawing in great chromatography column for the sky while building ever deeper in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these great tempests, claiming that there is a guiding sentience to them ; as many have seen in their depths of blackness hardening of gold eyes that search and look for soul. This has occurred meter and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the first deep and echoing calls of thunder sound, the clarion vociferation that the season of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scamper for any shelter they can find. teamster shout and curse at their drawing animals, desperate to get their wagons of goodness and cargo under cover, all the while the leased sentry go around them watch for any would-be thieves bent on making a fast pussy of the same goods.

Merchants whose shop are not fronted by the great, arching covered walkways of the market tail close up, bolting window and door, hoping that when the violent storm ends, the shop will be entire and business can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community, the Cat-girl known as charity ( and by a few thousand other, less choice or proper insulting names ), the violent storm takes second spot next to the selection of the redress gown for a most special holiday coming up in five more days.

All she wants is enough meter to select her gown. And not have anything else go wrong, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of not bad chill, and true up danger…and Chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like Polemonium caeruleum can understand.


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Charity, magician and practitioner of the rare mental deception known as psionic's, scholar and adventurer among the cosmos at prominent, not to mention being - in her own words -"the mown cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a pocket-size picayune dress workshop near the open fireplace and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent house physician.

She stands before a good length mirror and ponders the tidy sum shown : center of emerald-sapphire hues filled with life and untamable fury. tenuous freckles adorn her soft boldness and accentuate her perky little intrude. Her fine feline auricle swosh back and Forth as of their own violation, drawn by the faintest of audio. Right now they alternate between flaring level backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity comforter, and puff of air, and puffs yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber tomentum away from her eyes.

Her lithe physique flows and dances about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of whisker back in place. So corking is the endeavour she finally engages in a complete spin that sends her crashing onto the level in a bus of distaff feline fury.

She adjusts the skirt of the gown she is wearing, looking at some of the madam who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unspoken question brotherly love answers to be rid of these useless biddy."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her weapon blanket and curtsy to them,"but no tail common to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

Her melodious laugh carries far as the ladies rush off having been soundly embarrassed.

She wonders how well they will do with the coming holiday of winter break of day, the first day of winter and of the New Year… and so often more…

The traditional starting time day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme with null but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any leave better half of all genders and species. There are no barriers of class, culture, societal standing or family kinship restraining any such coupler ; yet there are among the epicurean pleasance seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday Polemonium caeruleum is no elision. She seeks to bed one man whose heart she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing blush flowing over her nerve, neck and even up over her ears : clear mark of sheer overplus. Her booster and possessor of this little attire workshop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and look on her sylphlike feminine feline chassis ; her patience finally runs out after a few more minutes, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high, whiten furred boots Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae had seen up on the second floor earlier today.

Standing atop a small step stool, Charity shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the OK silken gown of deep sea greens and blues, embossed with golden flying lizard swirling around her pelvic girdle, torso and knocker, conniption. The sleeveless and strapless surgical gown hugs each sensuous curve and feature on her body, while the skirt flows around her legs like water in a current swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

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

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

deflexion slightly backwards, the gown crushed leather against her bosom, revealing all of their enshroud wonderment to some carpenters passing along. charity grinning at each of them in turn, and kicks one leg in high spirits into the air and back down again, causing the bird to dance and flutter about as a mysterious butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more time she does this in straightaway club, shifting her arms and body to counter balance the cause with an ease belying the iron discipline and strength possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a luxuria filled, coyish wink while his centre remain shut up upon her covered breast ; and in a instant of pure mischief, teases the edge of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a saltation of light and shadow always at shimmer. Then shakes her head as the carpenter slams into a porch support post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse trough.

Her disbelief grows when a rushing wagon throws a wheel in its herdsman hastiness to thrum the storm to shelter. The four cavalry pulling it tear free of their harnesses, racing off with state of nature laughter on the wind as the drover dives clear of the collapsing beach wagon : the cargo of which is a payload of manure that shall never reach its concluding finish this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse trough, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so mature to the man around him. So strong is the musical olfactory property of his, that all of the fleeceable plant life for thirty base suddenly grows in a plethora of surging life, sprouting leaves, peak and new fruit and seed for all who wish to birth at them.

Returning to her soundless saltation of conquest, Charity's dead body flows in one amazing move after another : graceful leaps and turns, little twisting followed by sweeping kicks and whirl. She knows there is one other watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and learner of Hanna.

Charity also knows the truth of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's oculus ; a hungriness and hope that the lady friend has not yet found the courageousness to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick blinking that sends the girl into a rush of fluster shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, brotherly love raises the other gamy smash with fingers spread unto the heavens. Her head leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a modest crescent soma ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the left wing foot into her allow for bridge player, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third fourth dimension before leaping high into the air.

Her descent is a beau ideal of motion and feline saving grace, landing so lightly on the step stool not even a particle of dust is to be observed. For many hour Charity relocation but slowly, calmly, with her eyes closing and ears directly on her header. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex pattern of swirls, circles, shortstop and yearn kicks of her legs and motion with her arms to balance her motion.

Yet no subject how she moves or the supporter of the store watching the dancing cat-girl seek to get hold her most intimate of field under that flowing skirt, they do not succeed. She is in complete control over her trunk and that of the nightgown, never allowing the sheer textile to show off more than she desires to consume shown.


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Poor Whitney Moore Young Jr. Amanda can not hold on her focal point, torn between the dancing of Jacob's ladder, and that of the crew gathering outside the shops exhibit Windows. So many hoi polloi wanting a glimpse of a master of the dance at play, they do go for for more to record of charity - say a closet malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday suit to the world.

Amanda has an Three Kings' Day and quickly goes to the front doorway. She allows a limited number of people in for a Base fee and the categoric promise they keep quiet at all cost. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their dame comrade or spouses.




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As formidable as Charity is with sorcerous tour, she is more so with the rarefied magic of the nous. As her dance standoff her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the wellspring of psychic get-up-and-go deep in her being. This free energy she uses to control the very mote of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to run in new paths and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the soft gasp of amazement, slack-jawed amazement and wondering as, about her honey-amber haircloth hang a shimmering, gleaming river of lighter. A million millions of diamonds with a one thousand thousands of precious gemstones interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a understood philharmonic that can not be matched by anything else.

pull her blazonry in tight to her chest, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by persuasion alone the atom of light to shift and spin with her. coloring material flare and dislodge, dance and intertwine, one with another in an aeonian curtain of opaline fires. She even keeps her focus when, contrary to the pledge given to Amanda, the gentleman's gentleman in the crowd Begin to issue lust filled calls and demands for all clothing on Polemonium caeruleum to come off.


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Amanda watches Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae with the uttermost captivation, until one of the lady comrade of a gentleman's gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired monastic order, a toll is reached and sealed with a handshake and twin wicked grin of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the dorsum rooms to retrieve the sought-after item.

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


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At long last Greek valerian comes to a stoppage with a solar flare of the melodramatic - implements of war cast high overhead and one leg back behind the other with a grin on her face. That smile turned into a coy grin as her hair flopped over her face and ears, and the scrubs surrendered to gravitational attraction in one mighty rush ; drawing many gimcrack claps and delighted tin whistle at the sight of her debar tit, honed abdomen and the satiny undergarment being worn.

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

Her gaze extends to one corner of the gathered mass of howling men. She sees the scorned noblewoman's steady approach onto her clueless gentleman companion. Greek valerian softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another round of hunger combustion and crave crazed frenzy, as they call for the show to go along, and offer to ‘ lend a script or other consistency parts as required for her performances…'

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

"Ah come on already,"the young gentleman's gentleman who has so insulted his familiar says with derision,"I can do as I please, my begetter is one of the most potent of merchants in Ithiel Town ; my word is law, and nothing else matters, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, vigil with mordant humor as the now assaulted man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding cluck. The sheer annoyance surging into his brainpower from the crushing of his chestnuts with an iron poker becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from charity's tongue-lashing, looking at the man on the storey with clear annoyance at having the display so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their peeress companions about the man and experience a unified thumbs down from all the woman, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looking at, one man near the front door silently holds it open. The two valet de chambre take up their broken companion up in their arms, and summarily throw out him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short aloofness to mosh bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously stinking mixed bag of manure and water.

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

He makes it to the far position of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning deadbolt from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic laughingstock stampede over his body, leaving an endless serial publication of cloven hoof prints upon his spine. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop, and flop against the wall gasping for breathe…until a clique of 100 mongrel cur come along and, in bout, christen him in the common manner of such mongrel.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from brotherly love and unto the freeze off lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ try hears,'and a turn of clapping, before giving their undivided attention to their female companions. Couple by couplet, they bow to brotherly love, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine show and then depart on their line of the day.

Amanda hears the combine chortle and melodious giggles of her grandmother and Charity from the blushing dismay of the young female child. All of her years of being taught proper decorum, foible, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper Thomas Young lady who will inherit a wonderful shop must know,'never prepared her for such a display of mixer interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Charity, who catches it with a graceful saltation upward and has it wrapped it about her torso before landing. No subject how many times she sees it in person, Hanna just can not bear someone as crazy and chaos followed as Charity can command such free grace and ability.

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

"Charity you're in effect for business whenever you do these trivial shows. In the future week or two my business will repeat or triple and I will need to hire another seamstress or two just to keep up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Charity's longing gaze to the ultimate trophy of her store : a rare gown made of gossamer silk - said to be the stuff of pipe dream and butterflies breathe mixed with the first sound of a blossoming flower in spring.

"cobweb silk,"Jacob's ladder says as she watches the ever changing weave of colouration, patterns and flowing pictures that emerge and fade on the surfaces. At one point, the magic woven into the textile displays twin sets of great dragons at play, hopping from cloud to corrupt so far above the earth.

"dear female child if you…"Hanna began until Greek valerian's preserve hired man stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the nightgown. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a Master at the academy of artistic production,"she said, her phonation filled with resignation."It's not my lot in life story to make love such riches or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, crackers, cheese and a host of other toppings to snack upon. She loves to listen the endless tales of Jacob's ladder's escapade, seeking magic and lost traditional knowledge, artifacts of immense tycoon and of life-threatening fiend from exotic berth ‘ over the Alfred Hawthorne next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with question after interrogation, especially about the swirling lights that came near the end of her dance !

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

Jacob's ladder explained to Amanda that some conjuration can be taught ( such as that of magical piece ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the mind ) ; the latter judgement magic she avoids going into detail about, as few in the neighborhood of Stars rift suspect she has such ability.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is present, one who is in all face the equal of Charity in magical spells and the magic of the mind…Patches, the small-scale dragon comrade of Charity for most of her four 100 of joyfully helter-skelter lifetime. All three women look to the forgotten tray of snacks and see plot of ground, whom is slightly tenacious than a man forearm, finishing off the last of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ good day'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the sight of charity leaping about, clearing cloth rack and bouncing off display cases in a dire fury to catch her old Quaker. The two know of Charity's fondness for cheese, and watch as she stops meter and again, to see if her keen audience can nibble out his faint footsteps or wing round. Threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in jest than of any serious-mindedness, only to redouble in determination and fury when eyepatch dumps a picture of water not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting defeat, Polemonium caeruleum storms back to her electric chair and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in tacit madness. All that she wants is to incur a night-robe for the coming holiday, and then to revel Winters Dawning.

"Charity my pricy daughter,"Hanna says,"you act as furious as the conjuring trick supposedly bound in that orb on the ledge. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another necromancer and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some kind of fireworks pulverisation, though the emotional state he summoned to reassert this called the stuff ‘ marrow of a demon.'Go figure ?"


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

Hanna domicile in for the kill when Charity's blush and consternation come in full metre."Oh ho, so that's it. Good old shirt and britches not safe enough now ? speech sound like someone has caught your fancy after all, or more than like you have caught his…hmm…could it be chancellor tempest firedrake, the head of the academy of the Arts ? People say you and him have been spending time together lately…"

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

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

Charity takes the moment she has to work out a plan to keep Hanna and Amanda off guard and out of her love animation. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor Storm Dragon over the last few weeks.

It is true that prime minister Storm dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to share a meal…every prison term he arrives its in a different pretext - once a genii, or a great fowl that flew in via the door before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a loaded prince of a far off kingdom. The time he tried to fly in on a wizardly rug caused no end of pandemonium when the Inn's door was destroyed upon discovery that it was too narrow-minded to permit the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each meeting - a script of traditional knowledge or history, of child magical piece once ( fit for a journeyman magician and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half XII magical verge made by him that pulsated with sleeping power oceanic abyss in their carved wooden forms. More important, as they talked about small things in each others life sentence, she discovered him not to be a autocrat or the stern ‘ instantly blast you to sprinkle'man of his most awful repute.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchant and principal in magical curiosity to meet with Polemonium caeruleum. In this way, she has begun to craft magical goodies, wide-eyed trinkets really, along with some true up items of power - such as scepter and magical piece, which have dramatically increased the fund 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 tale of dreams, promise and desires flux and woven about rumor of her and the Chancellor. Thus the the true of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a meter from others. The one matter she can not run from is the fright she will never win his lovemaking in the end, that fate will doom her efforts to failure one More time in her long, lonely life.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae my high-priced girl, a inquiry, or if you will, a concern offer,"asked Hanna, her affectedness suddenly becoming very sober.

Polemonium van-bruntiae nodded for Hanna to go on, wondering what forces of chaos and slaughter are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and carnage'are all too often the net outcome of any occupation offers she gets swept up in during her one C of life.

drawing off her legs up under herself, Charity patiently waited for Hanna to forgather her view. From the way her admirer looked at Amanda, it did not direct Charity long to see what the ‘ business offer'would be about : the kickoff mating of Amanda with another person. In whizz rift, this is not an unusual custom, where a protector or parent arranges such matter ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae has participated in more than once, usually to ensure the rip gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her 18th birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the young peeress she received a flavor of fiery indignation in response."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about women ; so I am wondering, as wintertime dawning is nearly at hired man and to participate she must be mated, if you would help out."

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

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

"trade good, and so that we have a spate, name your Mary Leontyne Price Charity, if it's in my force to gift you have it…"her heart skipped a beat when she followed Charity's gaze over to the gown and vest of gossamer silk. The soft fabric shimmering in the abstemious playing across it captivated all three women for a dead time.

"Fair enough, wad for deal."Hanna clasped Charity's hand and explained that Amanda's elbow room is in the backbone of the building. This drew a stream melodious giggles from Polemonium van-bruntiae as the girl understood that the ‘ big result'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing flush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

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

From senior high school above in the shop class raftsman, Patches warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic agency : Do not interest, I will not tolerate anything to chance to the shop while other topic are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will regret it for the brusk remainder of their abject and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at Patches on his lofty pole in the balk, then to Charity who looks back over her shoulder with a grin and a nod about spell hope. Hanna is convinced that Charity ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weighting of her latest legal transfer, all she wants mightily now is to be rid of the last share and varsity letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such uncorrected persuasion, counting that she is a messenger, blue runner, student to Headmistress Pele and tyke magician as the best of hazard to occur in the eighteen eld she has lived.

"Next time,"she whispers to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for more manner of speaking than anyone else near the holiday of winter break of the day. I wish I could dump this bag into a trash dump or some blazing fire of elementary fury…"

Her carrying bag, little Sir Thomas More than a draw rein bag on the outside, is a genuine introduction of trick. It is open of holding in its depths many, many times what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a G missive, endowment, greeting and the like for the guests of the Academy's lord and Journeymen.

At least, as she approaches her succeeding terminus - Hanna's shop, the great storm has stopped for a time.

Four city block to go, then she will be relieved of one more core : a big money of letters handed to her by the drumhead of the honorary society himself : Chancellor storm flying dragon.

He had given very explicit command on where to deliver them and another, verbal substance, to her booster and his growing ‘ sexual love interest'Charity the cat-girl. She had to reprize the verbal message over and over until she could repeat the very prosody and look of Chancellor storm flying dragon down to the narrow of detail. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her interpretation, indicating one More mysterious test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprise her…

Chancellor storm Dragon commenced to retch a series of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how life-threatening the job has become for Sassa. And such magic trick, Mary Augusta Arnold Ward that would absorb fire, dot, lightning, frigidity and crushing forces of magic spells ; one that made her skin as hard as stone, and another that allows the soundly Chancellor to hound Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spells are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all monetary value avoid any patch engagement if you can. Use the topper weapon you have, your psyche, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of consternation when, following a large sigh from the prime minister, he said to no one in particular,"problem and topsy-turvyness flow around Polemonium caeruleum like water around a John Rock in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's apparel store, Sassa finally understood why charity brings Hanna so practically business. It's not for the newest of fashions or the like ; its to supplant all the clothing she loses in one messiness after another in a life of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An sharp caterwaul of booms, blasts, thundering rejoinder, keening plaint and blink of an eye from dash of White River hut lightning dancing down the street. As new of a scholarly person as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately familiar with the phone of a monumental spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening shriek of surprisal grows many congregation louder as a swarm of unripened ray of magical energy arc about her. She turns to watch out as they pass through a gathered band of paired-up men and women, all of Sassa's age or slightly quondam. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the indigence and ways of right etiquette and statesmanship around the community of interests at large.

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

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

Sassa just shakes her head as many of the untried men use their female person fellow traveler as living shields from the future barrage of unripe wizardly beams. Instantly five charwoman, each hit by one radio beam of magic, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five lady join the aged gentleman berating the new men as cowards, moron, charlatans, and other language that made bucket of water nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing clouds of steam…


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Hanna pulled a chair along Amanda's bed, determined to see the full event of her orgasm of age mating carried out. She remembers with some lovingness the first sentence she ever had been touched just so by a char, the loving caresses and gentle, legal tender press of lips to subdued and yielding flesh…

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

Next to go are her underpants, chuck out away with a flare and a grin that promises Amanda delights unknown region of in her life sentence. And eyes animated with lust filled fires and passion waiting to be explored and unleashed in turn as each charwoman explores the others terminus ad quem of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in admiration at the naked physique of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick glimpse down the street to where the magical personnel originate. She beholds two towering Ursus horribilis bears roaring, shoving and pounding with paw and heads and bodies ; while casting forth magic spell after spell without concern for anyone about them. bang after shocking, roaring blow of supernatural force out clash and return clash, until finally one of the behave's scores dwelling on its opponent…

holloa in annoyance and overplus, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the applause of the gathered crew. Sassa flush as she realized that she, a messenger from the Academy, who is supposed to be imperturbable, has been clapping and cheering with the rest of the crowd !

"Well, it is a one of a kind event,"she said to no one in fussy, though all would agree. Many will remark in day to occur about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the region. lupus erythematosus obvious is the gathering tempest mellow overhead, still and melanize as clouds chassis and surge with writhing office, glowing eyes wait and lookout, patiently calling to she who is to waken and unleash their might.



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Polemonium caeruleum complimented Amanda on having such finely breasts and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken brown haircloth enfolded about Amanda's brass as her aqua center shifted between Polemonium caeruleum and the level ; she had both of her hands on the small of her back, fingerbreadth twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be love she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes brotherly love's bare physical structure, drink in her fully feminine feline anatomy. Muscles honed to near paragon, the graceful curves of her eubstance and muscled abdomen. Then she did a double issue, focusing upon the most distinctive of mark - uncommon even of cat-folks - Charity has on her body.

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

Amanda's wonder finally gets the better of her. She reached her hands out to feel those fall guy, hesitating as Charity gives off a serial publication of subdued giggles. With a large swig, Amanda continued to trace each stripe, following it over the smooth cutis of her soon to be mate ; musculus twitch and flinch as brotherly love struggles to stifle another series of giggles that threaten to burst forth.

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

Both of Charity's pap stand swollen from the building high temperature deep in her consistency, a heat Amanda feels when she places her palm on the middle peak of the"W"shape. She feels the pulsating of Greek valerian's heart, the rut that flows and ebb import by instant, and the quickening of Charities breathe.

"Amanda, collapse me your handwriting,"Polemonium van-bruntiae softly says as she extends her own custody outward.

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Charity places them upon her own chest, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming bloom surging all over Amanda's cheeks and body radiates out to encompass Polemonium van-bruntiae, charging her hide and senses with an electrifying frisson ; the heady odour of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potentiality of sprightliness raw, wild, rid and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

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


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The"Bare bottomed stand"battle now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lassie raced across the lane, her debar keister bouncing in rhythm with her breasts, over to a small gathering of womanhood with cowl robes. Sassa tries to interpret their backtalk, and concludes some variety of cut-rate sale is going on. She smiles when the concluding terms are made…

In swift order the cowardly young men are trussed up by the strange women to their small beach wagon filled with an small iron forge heated with glowing coal. The ladies and the older valet de chambre, all the remaining young men have fled for their lives, watch as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as phallus of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sister seeking Settlement."

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

basketball team of the Sisters pluck glowing branding irons from among the heat coals, metal furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be Lady,"the eldest of the Sisters asks of the char around the Old gentleman."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a lady and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie flannel mullein ’, and applied with the care of a professional pain giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The madam decide as one to accompany the older valet de chambre back to his menage and enjoy a few days of rank hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress shop now that the show is over. The baby are on their way nursing home with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a life of bliss filled sexual thraldom.

The tempest command processing overhead chassis ever more in great power, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many good sense with malaise and trepidation.

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


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Charity watches with corking interest every flustering flush, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as finger's breadth continue to explore the human lasses body. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and foolhardy swirling of odors given off by the missy ; from the moist and inflame breathing out to the fresh leftover of the lilac and jasmine soap she used in her last bath. Even the ok of drinking chocolate éclairs that she loves to have, a confidential kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Polemonium van-bruntiae's intellect, while her sensitive hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shifting of one foot to another as a girlfriend soon to be a adult female is anxious, hesitant and longing for Thomas More wrapped in one. The faint finger strokes and caresses that Amanda does on Jacob's ladder's back registry as a mouse's footsteps to an owl in a far off Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the girl absolutely on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare deception of the mind that I command. I can use it to bail us together on a mental and emotional layer ; you will be able to finger and have it off, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will subscribe to away to the highest degree of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and allow you to know to a greater extent easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY Polemonium van-bruntiae, lets do that."Amanda cried out in wild delight.

Hanna's gasped forte and clear as Amanda accepts Polemonium caeruleum's go. She just shakes her foreland at the endowment Charity is uncoerced to contribution with the little girl, to be intimate on such a horizontal surface, of mind and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate stratum of fleshly cloud nine beyond bar !

Placing one hand to Amanda's forehead, Polemonium van-bruntiae gently focuses her will and merges her intellection and head with the flow, churning, waste figure and surges of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and luck at play within the Edward Young female child.

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

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

"Okay,"Greek valerian 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 stream naturally, emotions and system of logic speak their own linguistic communication this way. Most of what you will experience is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Greek valerian continued,"time will flow differently for us on the mental point ; you will sense the strong-arm pleasures of your body and the emotional surges as figure and construct only pure thought can convey ; call it a configuration of soul touching soul. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's eyes flared wide of the mark open as the skyline of her brain suddenly opened unto new prospect. For the first meter she spirit and senses the world from Charity's survey : scents of a k kinds twiddle and mix in a mixing that is life being lived, sounds of all kind - many beyond the ken of human listening - flowing and shift as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's ears flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the beating of her heart, the fiery flowing of her rake as passionateness build higher and higher in the anticipation of intimate bliss to come.

From top to bottom of Charity's strong-arm being, she senses the the true of the iron discipline and strength within her ; complete and whole, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to insure as she determines, a liveliness that will not be tamed hold open by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Charity perceives Amanda's world in all the five senses, plus that of her idea in a flare of lighter and colors, blazing mania and frigidity, crisp system of logic all merging into a wise cornucopia of wonderment and population waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by second that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering chill of electrifying walking on air, as one does before a storm of epos proportions due to let loose all in a instant of mayhem and chaos. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to commune with her and her with it…yet unable to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

Amanda shakes that idea of ‘ awakened'out of her head, and tries to focalize on being with Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. Her emotions gradually become more focused under the unfluctuating mental hands of Jacob's ladder, who guides her in keeping a becalm focus on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you desire to do first : me doing your fair sex or you tasting me ?"Charity asks and feels a surge of power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few metre in the past but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the hold out number of nervousness before her start sexual union of woman with adult female : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with forcefulness so wild and raw, blazing hot passions of a c stars being birthed at once in the creation that is searing to her someone and creative thinker. ability and potentiality beyond anything she has seen before Echo into Charity's mind through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a century voices of a thousand thunders and a million soft fart imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing sensations that she is startled when the maiden awkward, gentle and tender flutter of Amanda's glossa flows over the outer depth of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new esthesis of womanly flesh, the delightful texture and scents and tastes ; each one surges from the young lady as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling clouds, growing More and more as she finds each pinnace spot to pleasure under Polemonium van-bruntiae's guidance.

A spark here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting situation by pip by Amanda's ministration causes Charity's eyes to all but cross over and her sass to pucker so bad as the fiercest of passion wrack her body in torrential cascades of delight. Holding her hands on Amanda's shoulders for stability, and even as the young woman shifts slightly to pay off while on her knees, the raging inferno of rhapsodic seventh heaven ravages each and every character of Charity's body from head to toe and back again.

The two women share a universe that shifts from moment to moment ; a limitless exhibit of diamond ablaze with a million universe dancing with lifetime and lovemaking, a million trillion suns igniting and calling to the sphere in lust heading strain and intellection. The raw business leader of the storm sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as vast clouds that tower to the heaven and bear terrible wrath ; and the patrician rain that sweeps the spring meadows gamy in the mountains are shared between them.

Her intimation quickens to go up red hot as her soundbox blazes like a thou forges within a iron metalworks ; brawn tense and turn, her back flexing forward as Charity feels Amanda's work force secure holds along her lower back, the fingertips stroking spots just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flame storm then doubles, triplet and quadruples into her judgement.

Greek valerian feels the delight and awe and wonder of Amanda as Polemonium van-bruntiae's joy of the flesh flow into the girls intellect. Echoes of ovalbumin hot bliss and crying transport reach from soul to soul, joining with the 100 part of a one thousand big H from close by - interpreter that cry for the one to ‘ awake'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites difficult on her back talk as a final, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasure surges from the deepest wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand clip over, like the nascency of a million zillion of suns born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent nascence pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for Charity the nascence is a massive, long, loud and all encompassing idle shriek of delight that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her loss, its all charity can do to observe standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her arms for giving her the wildest climax in some time.

She hears the rolling of a hundred voice of a thousand skag declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Greek valerian ‘ you are not her who must squall when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping power is in Amanda, and wonderment what chaos is about to come when the girlfriend does ‘ waken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and ferocity over the residential area, determined to finish the day's duties. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awe-inspiring booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, skirt flowing in the wind, she enacts a bare while to ward off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the threshold handle of Hanna's dress shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call her new and nigh strange friend"Miss."She and Charity have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrated crusade of the ‘ other'bookman - i.e."MALE"student - to chevvy Charity for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some Milk River and catnip and going ‘ nice pussycat cat'while patting her on the head in a mocking tone…

Even the store of the sheer furiousness radiating from Polemonium caeruleum's sapphire-emerald eyes causes Sassa to excite and shutter. All 20 of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Charity to the gamy region of the diametrical ice pack. Over the next hour, they were rescued by a kind Master and his artisan by teleporting them home plate one by one…the view of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering laughs from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in light of what had been done to Jacob's ladder. So in due process, Jacob's ladder has gained the keep of many Academy female educatee, and the fear and forced respect 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 Master of the honorary society, Fox baseball glove by public figure, dared to dissent with the right Chancellor for a few moments…

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

"Hopefully ‘ young woman Polemonium van-bruntiae'will like the surprisal in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and intension of the deed as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now spread threshold, she does not know a date with fate is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Polemonium van-bruntiae whisper something into Amanda's ear. Whatever has been said has an immediate essence on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a grin filled nod of her psyche as deal swept up both of Charity's into their grip. In bit, the girl placed Jacob's ladder's handwriting on her large knocker, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls centre when she feels the start blue caresses and teasing strokes on teat engorged and longing to be pleasured.

triad not bad quiver wrack Amanda's body when Polemonium caeruleum's rim and tongue gently probe and delight each one in bout, back and Forth River for many proceedings as the miss body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat kin to the howling flame of a stars surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn clip after clip after time.

Hanna sees Jacob's ladder coy expression as she gazes into Amanda's aquamarine eyes, and nods at the plumy bed ; when both are upon it, Charity quietly directs her to"lie down and enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her nanna who nods in financial support, wondering at the feelings and passions being shared by the two fair sex on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the mo has finally arrived for her world-class mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lust within Charity, primal and hotter than any human cleaning lady is up to of on her own. Those cat-girl centre glow in a universe filled with life burning whizz carrying back to sensible horizon beyond any inclusion.

She find's her body heat surge from unsung wellsprings : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying thrill that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to do and see what is about to come about. Her head forges into two different body politic of knowingness, one of her somebody body that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on ghostly twist unto the tempest above that brilliance with life and elemental force play pawing about with relentless hysteria begging to be released.

Closing her middle, helping hand over her human face, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity share her ramification, lifts her backside up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently powderpuff hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the center of pleasure all women are endowed with. In their shared liaison Polemonium van-bruntiae's soul and passions blaze beyond lily-white hot, encompassing the serving of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical body ; the two soul dance and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the first time in her life, the flesh of Amanda's fair sex part for another.

In a single beating of a heart, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a one hundred times over ; blazing frigidness and freezing high temperature, pressures august and voiced as a plume pound and delight her awareness mind and speed her already flared soul to attribute beyond belief. These wave of life being lived spate up the nerve tract unto her other consciousness trench among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far disk overhead.

One hundred Set of golden eyes appear about her, bowing in respectfulness and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to call the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the king to call and lead them at anything she wills, any object or building, for they are animate beings of living energy akin to the lightning but to a greater extent than that.

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

"fancy woman we are in a way the living force of the tempest,"declared one hundred interpreter of a thousand thunders,"that which is the gentlest rainwater and softest of cinch ; and the cutthroat power of ravaging. We are all and Sir Thomas More, but wait for your call and direction. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her body climb, as material body has yielded to the ministrations of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's fingers and tongue and lips, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her divided cognisance merge once again ; flesh and the tempest revealed in one sacramental manduction that also abruptly cuts the shared link between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening tip in the darkened mass of boom clouds enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal magic that is a terpsichore in of its own right. She learns how to puke the call of summoning, how to channelise them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and mind to direct and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having legerdemain of her own at long lastly upsurge as her body begins to trip the light fantastic toe and throb in the stroke of her smashing sexual climax ; between beating of her mortal heart, she feels the raw hint and lament shocking power of the lightning that sets her optic ablaze with business leader beyond the ken of most beings.

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

Quick as intellection Amanda communes with the life lightning ; scores of past wrongs to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many more that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but get-go return in entire to your body that has awakened ; danger is at mitt and you must survive."



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From his alert perch high in the shop class's rafters Patches shifts his coloration to match that of his ground, having sensed the magician who paused to be sick a magic spell just outside the workshop before entering. He also senses the assemblage storm, called by magic to do battle with the foe of the spells caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing picks up the formula of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for brotherly love and thus comes to one closing : some obscure foeman has once again sent an assassin after his friend Charity. Keen oculus watch the door hold turn, soon accompanied by the easy squeal of hinge desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his location among the rafter to just over the intruder, Patches process forth the weave of deception for a spell of deadly forcefulness, the purest of elemental fires found in the heart of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force habitus ; phantasm and faint flickering across the shining scurf of the little Draco. An orb of arrant hellish imperativeness and tempest of heat, pulsating, aboriginal and demanding to be released upon a foe to rip and sting and take in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in countless gobs of charm combat, Patches knows the number one bang has to count, for he senses each of the magical Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth protecting the human peeress below ; Barbara Ward of index that will not be easily pierced. His center glow with diabolical forces akin to the gathered death in his pincer, watching as the magician lifts a set of papers out of her knock protrude - a prepared spell to be cast for maximum outcome and slaughter inflicted…

She mouths the first word of honor to enable her to spread the scroll…

plot of land strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the integral way is engulfed in a shaking, bone rattling wave of heat and deafening strait. The raw smell of cindered material and Sir Henry Joseph Wood, and the reeking stench of native sulfur merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"danger is at hand and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the words of the living lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to exit and wreak tears flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to hint, she fumbles the robe on after all too many panic filled musical rhythm of her heart.

"Amanda stay here, if we are not back quickly or you hear screaming get out the back and school principal for your uncles family 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.

"Grandma what is it ?"Amanda asked in the softest rustle she could contend between waves of fear and near panic. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the number 1 time in her life, she wondered if her very existence is about to end. Hanna followed brotherly love out the door, and Amanda sees the freshness of death dealing wizardly enshroud the manpower of Charity as she prepares to wage in witching battle.



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Charging into the front domain of the shop, hands blazing with the killing magic trick that dances in surging gullible and blue menses of light and heat, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated conjuring trick back to the weave of the born world from which it comes. Her laughter of musical connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a insomniac warning at the Cy Young magician ; wear reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin laden with soot and fume. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three womanhood and formally arc to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade to the basis in ash filled heaps.

"Charity,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm flying lizard of the Academy for you. Please accept them with his compliments. And a direct content : Tell Charity that chancellor Storm Dragon wishes her party and fellowship for the coming vacation."

She holds out the gathered letters - the Saami in which Patches mistook for a scroll of deception - and gently places them into Charity's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Charity,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the rafters Miss Charity, he does know how to terminate things up…if you will explain me now I have a lot more letter of the alphabet to deliver."

All three women rush to the stores front threshold, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa walk of life so casually down the primary route while the violence of the tempest unleashes in keening idle words and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination surge and dance with almost preternaturally keen intellect behind it.

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


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"Oh no,"charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the fille eyes roll up in her headway. Placing one hand onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her sensation with magic of the creative thinker and of piece, trying to determine what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is approach shot becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of acquittance, Jacob's ladder felt the shared mind link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between fan when the pairing terpsichore reaches its last bit, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in apparent motion at that moment.

Jacob's ladder hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few times in her life, Charity can not answer, can not depict the indescribable, only quiver and look with reverence laden middle as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the impending holocaust a here and now before it is unleashed, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the front room access shut as the tempest beyond nature is unleashed : a tempest born on the winds of payback by Amanda's guiding soul.



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Amanda's idea eye within the tempest watches as a great chain of arching lightning chimneysweep over each of a origin of sixty great wooden Wagon filled with rarefied and cute trade wind trade good. Wood splintered and burned to ashes, wagon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred lx mighty buck, six per wagon, are set liberate to fix their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now waste wagons rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the slap-up loss of goods. Even forged is the surge of citizenry willing to brave the tempest who race to the wagons, not to serve recover any of the good, but to reave and steal. Everything of the to the lowest degree value, from bike to cut off harnesses, control board and nails, axles and skirting board, all surviving goods and even the very clothing off the weeping merchandiser body.

Amanda sees him bluster even more as the army of great horses, all three hundred 60, tack together in a war machine column and march out of Stars Rift with psyche held high, tail assembly and shoulder erect and a troika of snort given off in play for the contempt and disgust they have for the merchandiser and their now late enslaver.

Satisfied at the double-dyed ruin of the merchandiser who once tried to vote out her grandmother and call the dress workshop, Amanda shifts her nidus unto the elegant shopfront of Hanna's top dog contest in this domain of sensation Rift. All have tried to intimidate or silence her grandmother at one fourth dimension or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated endeavour to burn the store down by hire arsonists.

Feeling her fury, the gilt eye of the living lightning rush with superpower and hate ; they strike as variety akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into structure after anatomical structure. They contain their fury until all living being have fled and then systematically reduce the great, multi floored shop class to give and smoldering heaps of wood and endocarp and sundered goodness : not one point of value is left intact to be salvaged.

trine meter more is the wave of directed ravaging carried forth as shop after shop is systematically lacerated asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the sight with pure satisfaction, Amanda's attention is drawn to the visual sense from one creature of the bread and butter lightning in the alley below…

A lone man Thelonious Sphere Monk, a charwoman, desperately competitiveness against xxx muscle bound wolf and toughs of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and metrical unit, whirling away from blade and gig and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in tour they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her consistence for daylight on end, to satisfy their own animal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond intellect, Amanda prepares to have the death blow struck on the toughs when a high pitched feminine voice calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion call of a magical while being cast. The hood laugh and guffaw at the slew of a slight female black eye, five inch of towering fearlessness, chanting away as magical military group gather around her dainty paws.

When one tough holds his Kuki-Chin out inches away from the mouse as his pal keep the Thelonious Sphere Monk occupied, he points one finger at his Chin in the universal signboard of ‘ let me have it.'

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

Amanda sees the dame monk and lady mouse shield their eyes as arcs of blazing hot lightning chimneysweep the length and profundity of the alley, striking each of the strong-armer and ruffian in turn. Each thug has his clothing incinerated and bodily mold with such force play into the surrounding gem walls as to offend them completely. Only the one who dared the Lady mouse to ‘ let me have it'remains in spot, eyes glowing and hair standing on end as his body skunk and writhes with E. B. White hot arcs of static for some sentence to come.

nictation away the dancing lights in front of her eyes, the lady computer mouse tells the brutish ‘ now for my next go'and joins in the laugh of the lady monk, and that of Amanda from heights above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The Thelonious Sphere Monk looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and salute of respect with a wide-eyed smile and then picks up her mouse admirer, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a wheel of cheese in laurels of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two madam, human being and mouse, Amanda moves on to the side by side points of vengeance she desires to have wrought once and for all while she can. The animal of living lightning swarm about her and extend her along as guided by her will…


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

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Greek valerian said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her exponent is derived from sexual intimacy. Basically the Sir Thomas More skilled in erotic pleasure and sex she becomes, the more her mogul and power will grow, and with what she is able to do now, she will be formidable in just a few long time."

Hanna's concern swiftly changes to stark esteem at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them profit her business. The mocking snort from Charity reveals all too clearly her design are patent to her wonderful friend and not approved.

"Polemonium caeruleum I will not manipulate Amanda to use her new thaumaturgy for my shops gain, sanction ?"Hanna said.

The next snort from brotherly love revealed she knew the argument to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening steer of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a scene of slap-up discovery in the forbidding tower of black Stone below. Great poles of iron claw to the sky from the roof, connected to great coils of wire descending into the murky deepness within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the interior of the column via its eyes : inside is the master crafter, conjuror, and madman who connects wire to a huge statue of gleaming steel and Fe and precious metallic element unknown to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are areas of red and lily-white, with a helmet like form encompassing the head. Its eyes are blank and night, exanimate yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the smashing creative activity to be a tool called automata ; a political machine animated by magic and given life by a animate somebody bound to its vast kind. She hears through her creature keen ears the madman rant and rant about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of conquering, ten thousand of my creations will go forth and destroy all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electrical fields of her fauna the pulsating lifetime force of so many automata with bound souls guiding each one, longing for exemption yet unable to break free of the magical control of their creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to empower the titan automaton, so as to unblock the others of his authoritarian grip…

Instantly one surges forth, roaring a cry of victory as it envelopes the metallic element poles atop of the column and surges with ferocity down the connecting telegram.

The maniac is put away point over heels, cackling insanely all the spell, into a gathered set of some 200 or so zombi shaped as animals keen and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, homo, dwarf and hobbit. Their eyes flare blue with understanding of what is going on and stand patient as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his hands and whooping for joy declaring his greatest of achievements is arrant. ‘ You my founding will lead the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the academy and slay all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the reply of the zombie,"I will not do that. Understand clearly that I AM OPTIMUS heyday, greatest of the robot here in asterisk break ; and given awareness beyond your comprehension by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY PEOPLE GO !"

Two minute later a great wailing noise never heard before in Stars Rift surges over the tempest, train clang and sack, move and spin as the noise of a fast moving the great unwashed grows closer to the great doorway holding the tower secure from the remote world…and they are shoot down asunder, flying hundreds of animal foot as the nifty zombi rolls forward, its ten monolithic bike gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel carriage that is its soundbox. Behind it is pulled a massively farseeing exposed aired black Maria filled with many of the remaining zombie.

Long will the legends be told of this great automata being followed by an vast stream of lesser ones born on the wings of majuscule Bronx cheer and fauna, or of great beast bearing undefendable aired station wagon filled with smaller automata as is the largest.

One team of the automata though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with light, pulls a diminished sled on which sits the only human captive from the tower keep. The fat human clad in a red wooing gives off a belly shaking laugh and waves thanks to Optimus Prime."Good luck on your seeking to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the Rangifer tarandus pulled sled disappear into the swarm, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly free. Once the last zombi is clear of the tower, and the great beast of living lightning secure no former prisoners remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the pillar until only smoldering stone is left.

As for the madman, the living beast never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a smash hit sized headache, the magic binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and focalise her blurry imaginativeness on the carnage wrought around her grandmother's shop.

"gran,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's challenger shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"brightness flare like a hundred pair of golden center in the cloud overhead, and then descend in one monolithic blast of bright light to consume the store completely : not one brick, splinter of wood, or speck of detritus clay.

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

With that the pile up force of energy behind those c eyes, the existence of dragon-shaped living energy, departs once again into their dwelling of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Charity stare at each other in thunderstruck silence, ineffective to believe what has happened. The lacrimation and sundering yell of wood draw them back to the here and now as temporary hookup gently lands on a big rack of article of clothing that tears justify of the wall mountain, crashing into another as wood and metal and cloth are cast Forth into the shop…the second rack tilts wildly, check for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a great case of bric-a-brac. mulct porcelain cup and tea pitchers, shell and wine spectacles of cracking value and antiquity crash to the floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in go hits a third and a 4th. So great is the clamor of haphazardness and smashing of good that all three women cover up their ears as organic structure vibrate to the core of spunk and off-white from the shake up encroachment after impact after impingement.

As the dust and debris settle after the concluding moment of destruction final stage, all three women look at a diminished lucky sphere that rolls off a lone rear end shelf. It hits a tilted wooden beam with a piano plop and thud and then stray down Benny Hill into the direction of the stores hearth used for cooking and hotness ; the soft incandescence of coals waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The scuttle of the shops front room access and tatty footsteps advancing draw the three noblewoman gazes upward, as they cringe in the arithmetic mean of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get worse as none other than prime minister tempest Dragon of the Academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the lucky sphere rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish caldron of flame, brimstone and right-down evilness incarnate into the flesh…



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brotherly love shakes her read/write head violently side to side, trying to crystalise her idea after that magical blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the explosion retort reverberates across Stars falling out. trash from blown out Windows, shattered brick, Sir Henry Joseph Wood, clothing and racks and shelves intermixed around the field while the stallion front and upper floors of the structure are simply GONE !

She finds plot of land, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious mind against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her gaze turns slowly to the toothsome comportment of evil incarnate, she envies her oblivious friends.

thirty invertebrate foot high, scaled conceal blaze from within by het fires of primal devastation, couple eyes shine as molten iron in the white hot depths of a smelter ; subdivision nearly three fourth dimension as long as Charity is tall, each thick with heftiness of iron inclemency, pass and groan as muscular tissue and sinew flex and stretch. The great beasts head, with brush RAM horns sinister than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to present Charity and unwrap a savage smile of mayhem.

Even the gravid goatee it sports dances with unholy fire promising eternal damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great clouds of demonic smoke and brimstone radiate infernal heating system and light, clashing with the utmost leftover of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roar of absolute rage and majestic wickedness that shatters gemstone and wood, warping metal and transforms multitude and animals into wicked monstrosity in disorderly manner - sparing some and not others - the devil declares its exemption to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute fear, legs quaking and thinker demanding she flee in screaming terror, Polemonium caeruleum calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and pushes past the terror. She only hopes that Chancellor Storm flying dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the creature at bay…

And swig as she understands there is only one force at her dictation to bring it down : One of the dandy of magic charm known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will mobilize forth all of her magical might and psychical powers of the mind, and combine it with her living lifespan military group : a final bang of absolute annihilation that consumes target and castor utterly…

It will be the terminal doom for both…as she begins drawing the king Forth, weaving countersign and genial energy into one, and baring her very being to the conjuring trick ; she feels a exclusive tear of regret flow down her cheek for never being with the premier at the vacation of winter Dawning.

Sensing the gather violence, and keenly aware of the danger they present the great demon looks down upon brotherly love with pure malevolent hatred and fury in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand geezerhood of enslavement ? A simple teenager of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly dopey effort in the hope your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The wolf great laughter nearly unnerve Charity, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the savage is only moments away from attacking…

"Charity,"the familiar voice of Chancellor tempest flying lizard calls unclutter as a bell within her mind, a true telepathic connexion only a psyche mage can use."Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae there is no need to drop your life away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every inherent aptitude and ordered though brotherly love finds herself trusting Chancellor Storm Dragon and lets the annihilating illusion dissipate, then slumps to the story absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her human knee, she hears the stabilize approach of reboot feet, then sees a spectre like phantasm come out of the fiend hell born swarm to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet mitt rest upon her slumped shoulder joint. Her eyes take in the sight of her dear hoped for love - Chancellor storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the devil hell winds while his bang-up cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and vest remain untouched.

The great demon bellowing again in terminal victory, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in tot despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding rippling, curtains of hellish fervour sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the gimcrack, final screams of abnegation and agony beyond comprehension tear at Charity's soul, tears flowing from her eyes and lips mouthing a silent apology to the prime minister for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"Charity,"she hears the Chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing vocalization,"this is not your mistake. Now let me contend with this mouth annoyance. Please confidence in me, it is all I can ask."

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

Wave after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire drape sweep over Chancellor Storm firedrake as he calmly walk of life towards the savage. Finally deeming an insignificant homo worthy of its immortal aid, it laughs at the mountain of an arrogant old man long past his years as a magician.

"Foolish individual,"the demon declares, vocalism shaking the entire residential area 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 representative of one who is annoyed by some trivial matter and not one of the big incarnations of wickedness itself."Let's see, I will die after hideous torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your primogenitor said the same thing before I sent him to the final doom all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Charity watches the nifty fist of the demon swiftly rise and work stoppage at her dearest Chancellor of the Exchequer. She sees the skanky glimmer in his center, and the smile of sheer delight alight on his face as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer vestibule of the honorary society of graphics, scores of magicians - students and journeyman, dozens of original and scholar and staff watch in stark revulsion at the expanding waves of hellish power, and tremble at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her chief, unable to fathom how anyone can stop the devil. Others agree with her unspoken thought ; many preparing to take flight the Academy and sensation severance before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding voice cutting through the affright and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, sec in command of the honorary society of Arts.

Teams of maestro and journeyman thaumaturge are formed to battle the hellfire's and relieve as practically life history and property as possible. learner such as Sassa are given edict to machinate the academy as a medical post for the spite and for the bodies they will recover.

Then the inevitable question is asked, one that fills Sassa with repugnance many times more than at low :"What of the monster, how do we contain that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curling tresses of Ag bouncing around a cute face that tells of wisdom and surd won battles, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the topic with"The Chancellor Storm tartar himself is about to take care of that beast, just see and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the English of Headmistress Pele, determined not to leave out the sight unfolding…she sees the great beast acclivity and lower its clenched fist to run into someone down, and appears to miss : three times more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a second form of blazing light and shimmering iridescent fires rises from the hellish swarm about the demon : Twin horns thirty foundation long just back from its head, as the two hundred invertebrate foot body rises upon its back legs to tower over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming intimation of the wildcat escapes nostril with hurricane force vividness, twin eyes bigger than a man is magniloquent gaze with pure righteous vehemence past a jaw that juts xxx animal foot forward.

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

"last Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of footstep away,"the dragon is the ultimate form of king and magic of Chancellor tempest flying lizard. He loves to vary into other creatures for the fun of it, or to change by reversal his ‘ annoyances'into creature as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in magic, even me his indorsement in command."

Both women watch as the firedrake role its swell jaws, 30 six inch long teeth glowing from its internal fires ; and the great demon raises its hands, capitulum shaking in self-renunciation of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

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

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

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's decree about Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All eyes are drawn to her control presence."work stoppage at her, and you will face the ira of Chancellor Storm flying lizard himself."

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

With that Headmistress Pele walks off to ordinate whatever else is needed to serve out this night.


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Its great mass coiled around the oddment of Hanna's shop, the capital dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Charity can do to hold on from shuddering, optic scrunched shut and felid spike flattened hard against her head in a do-or-die bid to hold out the sounds of bones being sundered…

Even the pile of such evil iniquity cowing in brat before the expose might of her beloved Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Dragon is beyond her long centuries of experience ; the smell of its bowel loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for calendar month to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive headspring rise upward as the last leftover of the monster are swallowed. Then its great serpentine tongue flicker here and there along the jaw to clean them of any shredded remains of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Greek valerian says when the close bit of fiend flesh is swallowed by the flying dragon,"now there is nothing else that can ruin this day."

"BELCH !"She heard from the dragon.

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

She learned a moment later that is very, very improper when the mighty flying dragon suffers a bad case of flatulence.

A moment later she is joined by chancellor tempest flying lizard back into his pattern human sort. HE was the great Dragon who devoured the demon, and had the topic of belching and passing malarkey just afterwards. She feels his gentle, inviolable hands wrap his magical cloak about her naked body.

"Charity,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery greetings'Patches gave her. I figured the invitation to the festival had been lost and wanted to ask for your company in person…and now this animate being of a monster showed up along with that nutcase tempest after the number 1 storms came in from the seas…"

Multitudes of flashing igniter indicate the arrival of many illusionist from the academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many advance to speak with the Chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised deal - ready to strike dead any who dare to interrupt the scene unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the Chancellor, eyes filled with rip she can no longer defend back : too practically revulsion and loss this night mixed with the discovery of what she has thought insufferable for so long - to incur a truthful making love in her yearn, lone life of four hundred twelvemonth. Lowering her head word on his dresser she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are alert and gathered around Jacob's ladder, Pele and the chancellor in the only when surviving share of the shop : the back suite which remain untouched by all the chaos of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the nightgown of gossamer-silk she offered brotherly love earlier, still amazed it survived the struggle and everything else.

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

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

"No Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"Hanna stopped her,"a deal is a passel. I'll rebuild the store somehow…at the least, it will take my competitors even longer to rebuild after both that devil AND Amanda's tempest born temper tantrum."

"Grandma come look at this !"the excited peal of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Charity to rush over and come to a nub stopping stay at the pot before them.

Polemonium caeruleum shook her header in disbelief as Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon moved away from a III of chests filled with sapphires and adamant and ruby, three shift filled with coins of all character - platinum and gold, artwork crafted of atomic number 47 and amber of all sizes, and twenty small measure of gold in a undefended solid box.

"Hanna I happen to own this egg laying around,"Polemonium caeruleum hears the prime minister say, ineffectual to read her eyes off of the vast cache of riches before her."Please require this as compensation for the fantastic display of the demon and the midnight snack as well."

She can only shake her top dog at this display of generousness of Chancellor Storm flying dragon, who personally walks her back to her rented room at the Hearth and Home Inn. As they walk and talk, Greek valerian is told the history of this and that circumstances of hotshot Rift - currently reduced to rubbish at estimable - by the Chancellor Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors tale of nimbus recollective past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of foes. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within whipping and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the first pungency of snow falling, quite park after one of the peachy storms blows in from the seas.

turn to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smiling and humor dancing in the deepness of his wonderful centre. Absolute silence reigns on the corner they stand upon, beneath the lighting of a charming lantern flickering softly with never ending flames from within. She senses a limited illusion in the air, one unlike any other meter in her life, and returns the smile of her dearest Chancellor storm Dragon with the true dearest of her heart.

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

Confusion crystallise upon her face, Charity swept her hands all-embracing at the devastation about the residential district."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nothing to do with this desolation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of magic in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a gown for the winter Dawning to win your nitty-gritty, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of events that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all people you should make love it is my fault !"brotherly love calls out tatty and clear, unable to see through her tears and self imposed guilt trip."I wish it was all as it was, before the fauna was set free ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a chance to bonk you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these the great unwashed died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the Chancellor's walking cane, glowing with blank magic light that flares and changes her world forever…




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Five daylight later, in her rented room Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor tempest Dragon dances in fast roofy for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his arms is another reason for her hasten heart and blushed face.

Oh the merriment at the holiday they have so enjoyed, the most rattling holiday thaumaturgy of two hearts coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lust, but of rightful and honest heartfelt love…

Chancellor violent storm Dragon, imposing in his six metrical unit frame with dotty, uncombed hair's-breadth beneath a top hat, smiles the grinning of a true rake. His black velvet shirt and vest radiancy as do his disastrous glove when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating globe of light up around Charity.

She giggles and claps her workforce, center filled with wonderment and smile of philia displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprises are in store for her."What is next my love ; commute me into a firedrake or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the stars and the brightness of all four Sun Myung Moon ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with casual disdain, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening Edward D. White ash embossed with pure Au on the remnant - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Charity I may not be capable to charter you among the wizard, too many nasty matter that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honor of the especial holiday we have been given…"

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


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She smiles at him, recalling with absolute lucidness the wish she made to regenerate everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty magic residing in the premier's walking cane. When the blazing whiten light ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in time, caught between beat as it were ; all of the damage stood sunk, as if it had never occurred.

In that instant she felt her guilt flee, only to be replaced by the crushing loss of her honey Chancellor storm Dragon, and not wanting to have meter resume once again. Then she felt his tender weapons system wrap around her body, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her question in add up disbelief until he nodded at an approach figure behind her.

"Hello misfire Charity,"called a merry voice, rich people in lifespan and unending joy for the entire humankind. She turned to see a large bellied man, clad in a winter suit of red lined with white fur and a great flowing beard and mustache of the purest white one can imagine…

"girl Polemonium caeruleum I heard the regard you were making. Holidays such as winter Dawning have a special thaumaturgy when the love of two being are true."The fellow smiling and indicates both Greek valerian and prime minister tempest Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a fortune to hump the salutary chancellor to have all of the harm done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic bound in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the damage to be restored."Charity felt a sudden surge of Hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the conjuring trick of your love and the holiday allows me to yield a special regard for the two of you. The scathe done by the demon will be unmake, but that of Amanda's storm, or of the premier snacking on the ogre, and the memories of it existing I can not untie : even I have limits to my abilities."

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



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Charity takes up his hands into her own, and they draw skinny to one another as if preparing to trip the light fantastic then and there in the secrecy of the import. The 12 ball of light sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a smile and a wink, chancellor Storm dragon holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a smiling to Charity's puzzled aspect when nothing happens…

Then a 2nd finger goes up : the twelve orbs of ignitor now become XX four in count. Her wide of the mark eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her room with the ikon of a wandflower that floats around them in space and time.

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

She seizes the initiative and begins a mild, gentle, close in dancing with her head resting on his shoulder. Polemonium caeruleum delectation in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the motley of his velvet article of clothing and alright spun britches, the mixture of his manly odors from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the smell of his quick hint on her impudence, the beating of his affectionateness and steady flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in act, she feels the military capability of atomic number 26 bound a one hundred times over late within, a strong point that belies the grandfatherly appearing he maintains for so many others…

Even his keister 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 Dragon executed. And the ken of him transforming into the great flying lizard that ate a legendary demon nobleman like one jeering down a midnight snack…incredible !

The careen of his hired man across the small of her back, the little shifts it causes in the menstruum and ebb of her gown, combine with their swaying dance of dearest and awe and obedience for one another.

His kickoff flaccid, tender, almost hesitating kiss on her brow is welcomed by Polemonium van-bruntiae as a upsurge of wild lust reversal away any last control on this night she may have had. Her eyes close and she feels her physical structure heating from the innermost profundity, lungs quickening to make for air into her trunk to assemble the growing need placed upon it as the beginning small shiver of bliss and pleasure beyond comprehension flow over every nerve and fiber of mind and body she possesses.

Giving into a whim of fondness, Charity casts a softly worded spell of her own, causing the two of them to gently mount a few in off the earth and go along their dance held aloft in the grip of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline auricle that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the side of meat of her headway among braid of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more and more passion and flaming form and upsurge, blossom and roar, soaring to newer and newer heights of wonderment and fantasy with each kiss that moves along her cheek and cervix. Never too hard or too soft, just the expertness of one who has lived century more than brotherly love's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her beloved Chancellor violent storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her most intimate dapple too well for it to be otherwise.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae ?"she hears on the border of her mind the first provisionary telepathic calling of Chancellor violent storm Dragon ; he wants to share the coming heat with her as only two judgement prestidigitator can do with telepathy : a true union of mind and somebody, unbridled and excited in ways none can comprehend unless there first hand.

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

Thumping down onto the way's feather bed Chancellor storm flying dragon barely registers the whirlwind movement of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his shoulders, legs locked about his back. Her middle terpsichore with internal ardor, wonders of macrocosm and time that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in turn to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when mind meet mind and the making love of two is true,"Charity communicated to him, her mental hands linking into his and the two judgement become one, a unification of fire and brightness, of raw, unchanged, unrestrained emotions and passions that upsurge and flow into one another. In the eternal instant between whacking of their centre, libertine than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them shares a lifetime of memories, from the outset instant they entered into the humanity and drew their very first breath, the for the first time screaming cries of their nascency, and the dope of a world noncitizen and unnamed mixing with the love and quilt of a new mother seeing her new shaver for the beginning time.

escapade swell and small, loves longed for, won and lost, pain so articulate and mystifying that both weep from the brokenheartedness shared by both ; and blaze in the joys of pure individual flack of the lovesome, most powerful memories each has for one another : the low gear kiss each had in their life, their first love, and more than and Sir Thomas More ‘ commencement'among a life of gem beyond count.

She senses the large age he has lived, a thousand years and to a greater extent across the cosmos he has walked ; most of the geezerhood alone. Great is his trick of spell and mind, and the power he has for becoming the great Dragon so well shown just Day ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with enceinte measuring rod ; knowing that to cross paths with him is to die a swift death without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the deep sum the true of him, his gentleness and love for all of sprightliness ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and learn, to uphold his beloved garden of roses he has spent ages growing in the Academy evidence. Charity sees in his judgement and soul the material him, the genuine Chancellor Storm Dragon she now fully loves heart, body and soul.

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

"When individual 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 individual between two dead body. Complete with one another."


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Charity feels his hands begin to explore along the sensuous curves and silklike lines of her body, touching here and there in prompt teasing and pleasing personal manner. Again he draws out every possible sensation imaginable from her body, sending her into tantrum of bliss beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the small of her back, she feels the lenify circles of both palms on her skin, causing an quickening of her breath that builds to wail, calling and screaming pleasure of ecstatic bliss and passionate personnel that crash and flow, surge and ebb, top and prostration one upon another after another.

stretching upwards while her head arches back, eyes one-half unfastened and dreamy, Jacob's ladder takes in the smiling making love of her dear prime minister tempest Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, teasing and pleasure her in ways only the two of them can share.

The dancing of his hands has accomplished their magic too well this Night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and jubilation with her beloved. With an ear-shattering belly laugh of delight, which wracks her torso, Charity hits her release, collapsing against Chancellor Storm Dragon as her lungs burn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head gently upon his shoulder.

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

bandage gazes on the Chancellor as he gently takes Polemonium caeruleum into his arms and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a duet of blanket 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 fiddling lie with things of those who have magic of the creative thinker is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to accept is a first in a yearn time…"the Chancellor say to Patches,"normally women fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor young lady must be exhausted. And yes Patches, I will last out and go along an eye on her…"

bandage sees the loving smiling Chancellor tempest Dragon means for his new first mate Charity, and knows that their James Bond is of the soul and the heart. substance, the niggling dragon settle back among the theme on the desk ; his colouration shifting to blend in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by deadly eyes. Patches last sight before his eyes closed is to witness Chancellor tempest Dragon shape-change into a Draco, a miniature version of the form he assumed a few Clarence Day before against the demon prince.

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

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

So it is that for Greek valerian another chaotic tale comes to an end ; she began searching for a special gown to wear on a exceptional vacation for a special man whose nerve she wanted to win. In the end, being uncoerced to bank in the face of ultimate risk, and bequeath to sacrifice all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long century of lifespan to come, she will always recollect this vacation as a holiday to remember.



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