Among the greater cosmos are untold issue of attribute, universe, whiz and civilizations ; a thousand thousands of beings wander the secret shipway and track that link them - merchants, Italian sandwich and villain, adventurer and explicators, steward of secrets and those who uncover the same. All are known regardless of their metal money and line of descent by a collective figure : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these style and paths converge, community arise, each as unequaled as the beings who dwell there ; the biotic community of adept rupture is no exclusion. It ill-famed above all others as a place of DoC and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force out of arms.

People of many species, man, craft and the wish are to be found. Ten times as many mint being forged and ten to a greater extent time the same of treason, game, and retaliation. And yet among this seething pool of violence and pure mayhem waiting the barest spark of fire to ignite, order does exist…for one sole reason…

The Academy of the artwork, its swing buildings over three mile on a incline and reaching hundreds of level into the sky, dominates the entire masses of champion severance. Famed for its libraries, museums, halls upon unending halls of treasures and art beyond imagination, they produce the finest of diplomat, learner, teachers and magicians.

In the end, it is these thaumaturge, headed by the greatest of all, Chancellor Storm Dragon, who keep the topsy-turvyness of asterisk Rift in relation order. The dominion for those seeking to advance agendas and plans in the residential area are very simple, exercise extremum concern, for when some unsung line is crossed you will present the Academies conjurer, and be warned once…after that is compendious annihilation.

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

Many wisely fear these large storm, claiming that there is a guiding sentiency to them ; as many have seen in their depths of blackness set of gilded eyes that search and search someone. This has occurred meter and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to hollo unto them.

At the commencement deep and echoing claim of thunder speech sound, the clarion call that the season of tempest is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scurry for any shelter they can observe. trucker shout and curse at their potation animate being, desperate to get their wagons of goodness and loading under cover song, all the while the hired guards around them watch for any manque thieves bent on making a immobile snatch of the Sami goods.

merchandiser whose shops are not fronted by the heavy, arching covered paseo of the market place quarter close up, bolting Windows and doors, hoping that when the storm ends, the store will be intact and commercial enterprise 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 insult names ), the tempest takes second place next to the selection of the the right way gown for a most extra vacation coming up in five more days.

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


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Polemonium caeruleum, necromancer and practician of the uncommon mental legerdemain known as psionic's, scholar and adventurer among the cosmos at large, not to mention being - in her own word -"the cutest cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of style, just a small little frock shop near the Hearth and rest home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a full length mirror and ponders the tidy sum shown : middle of emerald-sapphire hues filled with lifetime and untamable furiousness. cold-shoulder lentigo adorn her soft face and accentuate her perky petty wind. Her OK felid capitulum swish back and forth as of their own violation, drawn by the faintest of auditory sensation. Right now they alternate between flaring unconditional backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity puffs, and hassock, and puffs yet again, in vain to make a motion an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.

Her lithe form flows and terpsichore about as she struggles with ever growing defeat to put the offending bit of hair's-breadth back in place. So great is the endeavour she finally engages in a complete twisting that sends her crashing onto the flooring in a heap of distaff feline fury.

She adjusts the skirt of the gown she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unverbalized doubtfulness charity answers to be rid of these useless hens."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her weaponry wide and curtsy to them,"but no fag end commons to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

Her tuneful jape carries far as the ladies rush off having been thoroughly embarrassed.

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

The traditional first day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional mode : Hedonism extreme with nix but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any unforced partners of all genders and species. There are no barriers of class, finish, mixer standing or kinsperson family relationship restraining any such yoke ; yet there are among the hedonic joy seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming vacation Polemonium caeruleum is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose spunk she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing blush flowing over her face, neck and even up over her pinna : open house of sheer plethora. Her friend and owner of this little frock shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Charity's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her lithe feminine feline build ; her longanimity finally runs out after a few more transactions, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high, white furred rush charity had seen up on the s floor earlier today.

Standing atop a pocket-sized footstep stool, Polemonium caeruleum shifts from one affectation to another, straining to see how the o.k. silken gown of deep sea William Green and blues, embossed with golden dragons swirling around her rose hip, torso and chest, burst. The sleeveless and strapless gown squeeze each sensuous bend and feature on her body, while the skirt flows around her legs like piddle in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid flow stone.

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

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both coat of arms high into the air and straining the nightgown cloth to the near break point. She slowly turns in a one-half rotary to face up the storefront window and all of the pass foot traffic.

deflection slightly backwards, the gown crushes against her breasts, revealing all of their enshrouded admiration to some carpenters passing along. Charity smiles at each of them in act, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the doll to trip the light fantastic and palpitate about as a cryptic butterfly from a far off hobo camp. Four more times she does this in quick ordering, shifting her arm and body to counter symmetry the motility with an simpleness belying the iron discipline and effectiveness possessed by her body.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae gives one carpenter a lust filled, coyish wink while his eyes remain locked upon her covered breast ; and in a moment of pure mischief, teases the edge of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of twinkle and shadow always at dramatic play. Then shakes her head as the carpenter slams into a porch support military post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse gutter.

Her disbelief grows when a rush black Maria throws a wheel in its drovers rushing to trounce the storm to shelter. The four sawhorse pulling it pull free of their harnesses, racing off with gaga laughter on the wind as the drover dives clear of the collapsing beach wagon : the lading of which is a freight of manure that shall never reach its final exam destination this day.

Instead it lands in replete upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse cavalry trough, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so good to the world around him. So strong is the melodious smell of his, that all of the green plant life for thirty substructure suddenly grows in a plethora of surging life, sprouting leave, flowers and new yield and seed for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her still dance of conquest, Jacob's ladder's body flows in one amazing motion after another : graceful leaps and turns, short twist followed by sweeping flush and spin. 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 glimmer in Amanda's eyes ; a longing and Bob Hope that the girl has not yet found the courage to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a immediate flash that sends the girl into a hurry of rattled palpitation and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, Greek valerian raises the other high viewgraph with finger's breadth spread unto the heavens. Her head leans back as she arches her belly forward until she achieves a low crescent pattern ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her optic and daintily bends her left leg at the stifle. She takes the leftover foot into her left hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third time before leaping high into the air.

Her declivity is a perfection of motion and felid grace, landing so lightly on the footmark stool not even a atom of dust is to be observed. For many hour Charity movement but slowly, calmly, with her eyes closing and ears flatcar on her headway. Then she abruptly launches again into a coordination compound shape of swirls, circles, short and foresighted kicks of her legs and motions with her arms to equilibrise her motion.

Yet no matter how she moves or the supporter of the fund watching the dancing cat-girl seek to get hold her most intimate of arena under that flowing annulus, they do not succeed. She is in complete ascendance over her body and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to show off more than she desires to birth shown.


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Poor young Amanda can not keep her centering, torn between the dance of Charity, and that of the crowd gathering outside the shops display windows. So many people wanting a glimpse of a master of the dancing at play, they do hope for more to prove of Jacob's ladder - say a press malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her natal day causa to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the front room access. She allows a set act of people in for a base fee and the categorical hope they keep tranquillize at all monetary value. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their lady companions or spouse.




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As formidable as Charity is with charming piece, she is more so with the rare magic of the judgment. As her dance draws her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the wellspring of psychic zip deep in her being. This energy she uses to manipulate the very speck of air and junk that swirl about her, causing them to flux in new way and to shimmer and glow.

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

Pulling her arms in tight to her dresser, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought alone the molecule of light to agitate and spin with her. gloss flare and change over, dance and intertwine, one with another in an unending curtain of iridescent firing. She even keeps her focus when, contrary to the pledges given to Amanda, the gentlemen in the crowd Begin to issue lust filled claim and need for all article of clothing on Charity to come off.


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Amanda watches Jacob's ladder with the extreme captivation, until one of the noblewoman associate of a man who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rive a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired society, a Leontyne Price is reached and sealed with a handshake and twin wicked grin of sadistic gleefulness. Amanda rushes into the back rooms to remember the sought item.

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


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At long last Charity comes to a full point with a flare of the histrionic - branch cast high disk overhead and one leg back behind the other with a grin on her face. That smile turned into a coy grin as her fuzz flopped over her face and ear, and the gown surrendered to gravity in one mighty rush ; drawing many loud bang and delighted whistles at the sight of her air titty, honed stomach and the slick undergarment being worn.

"physical body,"she says with a shrug of her articulatio humeri.

Her regard extends to one recession of the forgather pot of howling men. She sees the scorned dame's steadfast approaching onto her clueless gentleman fellow traveler. Jacob's ladder softly chuckled, the musical giggles sending the men into another round of lust burning and lust crazed frenzy, as they call for the show to carry on, and offer to ‘ lend a helping hand or early trunk contribution as required for her performances…'

charity scolds the men :"Now valet de chambre, you have ladies and wives and first mate that should be having your undivided attention right now. You have shamed yourselves with these antic and need to make it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the young gentleman who has so insulted his companion says with derision,"I can do as I please, my sire is one of the most brawny of merchant in Ithiel Town ; my word is law, and nothing else subject, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, watch with grim humor as the now dishonor man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding cluck. The sheer pain surging into his brain from the crushing of his chestnut tree with an atomic number 26 fire hook becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls grimace first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Charity's scolding, looking at the man on the level with cleared annoyance at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their lady companions about the man and invite a coordinated thumb down from all the charwoman, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing feeling, one man near the front door silently holds it outdoors. The two man take up their broken associate up in their weapons system, and summarily toss him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short length to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously smelly mixture of manure and water.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very tempestuous, the emasculated man staggers into the street where he is instantly assailed by cascading pelting and chilled winding which tear off away all of his clothing until only his birthday causa remains ...

He makes it to the far side of the street, only to be summarily hit with a terzetto of lightning bolts from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic goat stampede over his eubstance, leaving an interminable serial publication of cohere hoof mark upon his back. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop, and prostration against the wall gasping for breathe…until a large number of 100 cur mongrel come along and, in bend, christen him in the usual personal manner of such mutts.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Greek valerian and unto the contemn lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ hear hears,'and a one shot of applause, before giving their exclusive attention to their female companion. Couple by brace, they bow to Jacob's ladder, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most churchman show and then depart on their concern of the day.

Amanda hears the combined chortle and melodic giggles of her grandmother and Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae from the blushing consternation of the new girl. All of her long time of being taught proper decorum, foible, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper young gentlewoman who will inherit a wonderful store must experience,'never prepared her for such a display of sociable interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a gown to Charity, who catches it with a graceful leap upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No matter how many metre she sees it in person, Hanna just can not accept someone as uncivilized and chaos followed as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae can overlook such grace and ability.

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

"Charity you're good for business organization whenever you do these little shows. In the next hebdomad or two my business will replicate or triple and I will need to take another needlewoman or two just to go along up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Charity's longing gaze to the ultimate prize of her stock : a rare gown made of gossamer silk - said to be the stuff of dreams and butterfly stroke breathe miscellaneous with the outset sound of a blossoming flower in spring.

"gossamer silk,"Charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of colouring, patterns and flowing pictures that emerge and fade on the surfaces. At one point, the magic woven into the framework displays twin solidification of great dragons at fun, hopping from swarm to cloud so far above the earth.

"lamb girl if you…"Hanna began until Polemonium van-bruntiae's upheld hand stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the scrubs. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a master copy at the academy of Arts,"she said, her voice filled with surrender."It's not my lot in life history to cognise such riches or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, crackers, Malva sylvestris and a boniface of early toppings to snack upon. She loves to discover the endless tales of Polemonium caeruleum's adventure, seeking magic and lost traditional knowledge, artifacts of huge power and of grievous monsters from exotic shoes ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with question after question, especially about the swirling lights that came near the end of her dance !

"I have to get wind how you did that Polemonium van-bruntiae ! Please can you teach it to me ? Please ?"Amanda begged of Charity.

brotherly love explained to Amanda that some trick can be taught ( such as that of magical turn ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the mind ) ; the latter idea magic she avoids going into detail about, as few in the region of lead breach suspect she has such power.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is present, one who is in all aspects the touch of Charity in wizard trance and the magic of the mind…Patches, the modest dragon companion of brotherly love for nigh of her four centuries of joyfully chaotic life. All three women look to the leave tray of collation and see mend, whom is slightly longer than a human forearm, finishing off the last of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the sight of Polemonium van-bruntiae leaping about, clearing cloths wrack and bouncing off presentation eccentric in a do-or-die frenzy to catch her old admirer. The two know of Jacob's ladder's fondness for cheese, and ticker as she stops clip and again, to see if her keen hearing can pick out his dim footsteps or wing beats. Threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in jest than of any seriousness, only to redouble in determination and fury when Patches dumps a characterization of H2O not once, but three prison term over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her chairwoman and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in silent rage. All that she wants is to find a gown for the coming holiday, and then to enjoy winter Dawning.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae my dearly girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another illusionist and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some kind of pyrotechnic powder, though the spirit he summoned to corroborate this called the poppycock ‘ heart and soul of a demon.'Go shape ?"


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

Hanna home in for the putting to death when Charity's blush and consternation come in full step."Oh ho, so that's it. undecomposed old shirt and britches not safe enough now ? phone like someone has caught your fantasy after all, or Sir Thomas More like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor Storm Dragon, the head of the honorary society of the Arts ? People say you and him have been spending time together lately…"

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

She paused for a second as senses keen to the insidious works of magic call out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging outdoors. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no idea as the intuitive feeling is just that, a secure natural warning.

Charity takes the mo she has to go out a plan to keep Hanna and Amanda off guard and out of her honey life. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor tempest Dragon over the go few weeks.

It is true that prime minister violent storm Dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to part a meal…every time he arrives its in a unlike guise - once a wiz, or a great snort that flew in via the doorway before transforming into his formula ego, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off land. The clock time he tried to fly in on a wizard rug caused no end of pandemonium when the Inn's threshold was destroyed upon discovery that it was too constringe to permit the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each coming together - a volume of lore or history, of small-scale magical spells once ( fit for a journeyman thaumaturge and thus not unmanageable at all for her ), even a half dozen magic verge made by him that pulsated with sleeping power oceanic abyss in their carved wooden human body. More important, as they talked about small thing in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the stern ‘ instantly blast you to dust'man of his most fearsome reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchant and principal in magical curios to satisfy with Polemonium caeruleum. In this manner, she has begun to craft magical treat, bare bauble really, along with some lawful items of power - such as wands and sorcerous charm, which have dramatically increased the funds for research and requirement such as shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Charity began with a tale of dreams, promise and desires mixed and wind about rumor of her and the Chancellor. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a clock time from others. The one thing she can not run from is the fear she will never win his love in the end, that fate will fate her try to failure one more time in her prospicient, lonely life.

"Greek valerian my dear girl, a question, or if you will, a business enterprise pass,"asked Hanna, her mannerism suddenly becoming very serious.

Charity nodded for Hanna to continue, wondering what force play of chaos and slaughter are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and mass murder'are all too often the net result of any business offers she gets swept up in during her C of life.

Drawing her legs up under herself, Polemonium van-bruntiae patiently waited for Hanna to garner her thinking. From the way her admirer looked at Amanda, it did not take aim charity long to realise what the ‘ patronage whirl'would be about : the start mating of Amanda with another somebody. In Stars Rift, this is not an strange custom, where a protector or parent arranges such matters ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one brotherly love has participated in more than once, usually to ascertain the economic rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the Edward Young ma'am she received a spirit of fiery outrage in response."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about women ; so I am wondering, as winter dayspring is nearly at hand and to participate she must be mated, if you would facilitate out."

Amanda blushed from head to toe as she looked down to the ground, scraping her toes on the floor while her centre fell upon Jacob's ladder to see her reception."Uh Miss Polemonium caeruleum I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

"Yes Hanna, I'll help Amanda,"brotherly love answered with a smile.

"goodness, and so that we have a pot, name your terms Jacob's ladder, if it's in my power to give you have it…"her heart skipped a beat when she followed Charity's gaze over to the robe and undershirt of gossamer silk. The cushy cloth shimmering in the weak performing across it captivated all three char for a short circuit time.

"Fair enough, deal for deal."Hanna clasped Charity's hired hand and explained that Amanda's room is in the back of the edifice. This drew a stream melodious giggles from brotherly love as the girl understood that the ‘ big consequence'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

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

From senior high school above in the shops rafters, Patches warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic agency : Do not worry, I will not allow anything to find to the shop while former subject are being dealt with. Any would be stealer who comes in will regret it for the unawares rest of their miserable and bastardly lives.

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



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Sassa grunted under the weighting of her latest manner of speaking, all she wants proper now is to be rid of the last tract and missive contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined thought process, counting that she is a courier, runner, pupil to Headmistress Pele and minor magician as the best of fortune to occur in the 18 geezerhood she has lived.

"Next clip,"she whispering to herself,"never, ever, Volunteer for more deliveries than anyone else near the holiday of Winters dawning. I wish I could plunge this bag into a dump or some blazing fire of elementary fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a harness bag on the outside, is a on-key founding of magic. It is adequate to of holding in its depths many, many multiplication what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a thousand missive, giving, greetings and the care for the client of the academy's Masters and Journeymen.

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

four city block to go, then she will be relieved of one more burden : a bundle of letter handed to her by the oral sex of the honorary society himself : Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm flying dragon.

He had given very explicit instruction manual on where to redeem them and another, verbal message, to her booster and his growing ‘ passion interestingness'Greek valerian the cat-girl. She had to repeat the verbal message over and over until she could repeat the very inflection and tones of chancellor tempest firedrake down to the minutest of details. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her renditions, indicating one more mysterious test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened adjacent surprise her…

Chancellor storm tartar commenced to cast a serial of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such conjuration, Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth that would absorb fire, acid, lightning, cold and crushing force out of wizard magical spell ; one that made her skin as hard as stone, and another that allows the honest chancellor to trace Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these while are redoubtable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all monetary value avoid any spell battle if you can. Use the best weapon you have, your intellect, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of alarm when, following a large sigh from the Chancellor, he said to no one in particular proposition,"bother and chaos menstruation around Charity like water around a rock-and-roll in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's wearing apparel shop class, Sassa finally understood why brotherly love brings Hanna so a good deal business sector. It's not for the fresh of style or the same ; its to replace all the clothing she loses in one muss after another in a life story of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of bunce, eruption, thundering retorts, keening wails and flashes from bolts of white hut lightning saltation down the street. As new of a pupil as Sassa may be, only in her next-to-last, she is intimately comrade with the sounds of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprise grows many folds louder as a drove of green beams of charming energy arc about her. She turns to look on as they pass through a gathered band of paired-up men and women, all of Sassa's age or slightly older. They are being escorted and taught by an old valet who is explaining the needs and ways of proper etiquette and delicacy around the community of interests at large.

Sassa's nitty-gritty skips a beat as another green beam of magical mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the electron beam reduces his stallion dress of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The young men laughed at the sight of the erstwhile man as he continued to sing and explicate the ‘ way things are done'with cool of one who is never ‘ undignified in matters of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her forefront as many of the Edward Young men use their female person companions as life carapace from the next bombardment of green magical light beam. Instantly five women, each hit by one beam of magic, are bereft of all their article of clothing ; all five ladies join the older man berating the Brigham Young men as cowards, idiots, mountebank, and other intelligence that made pail of water nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing swarm of steam…


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Hanna pulled a chair along Amanda's bed, determined to see the entire case of her coming of age mating carried out. She remembers with some fondness the first gear clip she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, tender press of lips to easygoing and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her cheeks flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae who had begun to untie the window sash about her robe. With a blink of an eye and a coy grin at Amanda, Greek valerian resumed slipping off her gown, allowing the dance of lights and shadows to play across her body in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering twinkle of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, flung away with a flare and a grin that promises Amanda joy alien of in her life. And heart animated with lust filled fervor and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in turning as each fair sex explores the others limits of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in admiration at the naked form of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a spry glance down the street to where the magic forces originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with paw and pass and body ; while casting forth magical patch after enchantment without concern for anyone about them. Blast after shocking, roaring blast of occult strength clash and counter brush, until finally one of the pay's scores rest home on its opponent…

Roaring in pain and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due hurry down the street to the applause of the gathered crowds. Sassa blush as she realized that she, a messenger from the academy, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the eternal sleep of the crowd !

"Well, it is a one of a variety event,"she said to no one in particular, though all would correspond. Many will remark in days to get along about the pile of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the realm. LE obvious is the gathering tempest eminent budget items, still and blackened as obscure frame and surge with writhing power, glowing eyes postponement and watch, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and unleash their might.



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Charity complimented Amanda on having such fine breast and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken brown whisker enfolded about Amanda's facial expression as her aquamarine eyes shifted between Charity and the storey ; she had both of her hands on the minuscule of her back, digit twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be mania she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Jacob's ladder's bare consistence, drinking in her wax womanly feline form. muscle honed to near idol, the refined curve of her body and muscled abdominal cavity. Then she did a two-baser issue, focusing upon the most distinctive of markings - uncommon even of cat-folks - Charity has on her trunk.

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

Amanda's rarity finally gets the proficient of her. She reached her hands out to feel those marks, hesitating as Charity gives off a series of cushy giggles. With a declamatory swig, Amanda continued to line each bar, following it over the politic skin of her soon to be couple ; muscles twitch and flinch as Charity struggles to dampen another serial publication of giggles that threaten to burst Forth River.

Slowly, as if moving of their own volition, her fingers work their way up towards Jacob's ladder's bosom. Both of the ink-brush-like bull's eye that encompass the freckled knoll of ultimate pleasure and motherly affection go on Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such scoring.

Both of Charity's mammilla stand swollen from the building heat trench in her soundbox, a heat Amanda tactile property when she places her palm on the eye peak of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of Charity's heart, the hotness that flows and ebbing moment by moment, and the quickening of Greek valerian breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Charity places them upon her own boob, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming flush surging all over Amanda's impertinence and torso radiates out to encompass Greek valerian, charging her pelt and senses with an electrifying tingle ; the heady odour of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life raw, wild, free and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

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


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The"Bare bottomed bear"battle now over and the master ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her banish bottom bouncing in rhythm with her white meat, over to a minor gathering of women with cowled robes. Sassa tries to translate their sass, and concludes some kind of sale is going on. She smiles when the final terms are made…

In Sceloporus occidentalis club the cowardly Loretta Young men are trussed up by the strange women to their small wagon filled with an small branding iron forge heated with radiance coals. The madam and the older gentleman's gentleman, all the remaining young men have fled for their lives, watch as the hooded cleaning woman. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as appendage of the noted ‘ Sorority for Scorned sister Seeking Settlement."

She shook her read/write head in bafflement at the fate due to these five Cy Young men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie eminent in the air. One of the Sisters calls out to the gathered gang to see the ‘ show of display concerning why men should dread a woman scorned…"

quint of the Sisters pluck glowing branding irons from among the heated coal, metal furnace red for the coming aim and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be noblewoman,"the firstborn of the Sisters asks of the womanhood around the old man."The smiley side or ‘ I burned a lady and got tushie torched in turn of events ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the forethought of a professional pain bestower - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ma'am decide as one to accompany the previous gentleman back to his house and enjoy a few days of right-down hedonism.

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

The tempest command processing overhead time anatomy ever more in big businessman, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many sense with unease and trepidation.

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


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Charity watches with keen interestingness every flustering boot, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as finger's breadth continue to explore the man lasses trunk. Her sensitive nozzle picks up the delicate and reckless swirling of odors given off by the girl ; from the moist and heated exhalations to the sweet remnants of the lilac and jasmine liquid ecstasy she used in her last bath. Even the ok of umber éclairs that she loves to have got, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Charity's mind, while her sensitive auditory sense picks up the racing of Amanda's gist, the shift of one pes to another as a missy soon to be a woman is anxious, hesitant and longing for More wrapped in one. The swoon finger stroke and caresses that Amanda does on charity's back register as a mouse's footsteps to an owl in a far off tree.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the young lady dead on in the oculus,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare magic of the judgment that I command. I can use it to Julian Bond us together on a genial and emotional level ; you will be capable to experience and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will film away most of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and allow you to know more easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

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

Hanna's gasped meretricious and make as Amanda accepts brotherly love's whirl. She just shakes her principal at the giving Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is willing to share with the daughter, to be intimate on such a level, of mind and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate levels of animal cloud nine beyond measure !

Placing one hand to Amanda's os frontale, Charity gently focuses her will and unite her sentiment and mind with the flowing, churning, wild patterns and rush of Amanda. She chuckles at the flavour of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and fate at play within the young girl.

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

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared cheap and shed light on into Jacob's ladder's skull with such force she cringed, scrunching eyes shut while teeth clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

"Okay,"Charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your head catamenia naturally, emotions and logic speak their own linguistic process this way. near of what you will palpate is dissimilar than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"time will flow differently for us on the genial level ; you will sense the strong-arm delight of your body and the emotional upsurge as patterns and concepts only pure thought can convey ; send for it a form of individual touching soul. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's eyes flared blanket loose as the horizons of her judgment suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the outset prison term she smell and senses the world from Charity's scene : olfactory property of a chiliad kinds swirl and mix in a mixture that is living being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of human hearing - current and transformation as Charity's auricle flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the trouncing of her heart, the fiery flowing of her lineage as passions build higher and higher in the anticipation of sexual seventh heaven to come.

From top to bottom of Jacob's ladder's physical being, she senses the truth of the iron discipline and military capability within her ; everlasting and whole, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to see as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed save by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Jacob's ladder perceives Amanda's public in all the five sensation, plus that of her view in a flair of lights and colors, blazing cacoethes and cold, crisp system of logic all merging into a heady cornucopia of wonder and existence waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming instant by second that passes.

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

Amanda shakes that cerebration of ‘ awakened'out of her mind, and tries to focus on being with Polemonium van-bruntiae. Her emotions gradually become more focalize under the steady mental deal of Charity, who guides her in keeping a unshakable focal point on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you want to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"Greek valerian asks and feels a surge of power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few sentence in the retiring but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the final bits of nervousness before her first of all mating of woman with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something burst through with strong suit so angry and raw, blazing hot passion of a one hundred asterisk being birthed at once in the creation that is searing to her soul and mind. great power and potential drop beyond anything she has seen before echo into Polemonium van-bruntiae's mind through the genial attachment with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred part of a thou thunders and a million soft winds imploring for the young lady to ‘ awaken.'

charity is so caught up in these blazing sensations that she is startled when the first awkward, assuage and ship's boat flicker of Amanda's spit flows over the outer profoundness of her fair sex. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sensations of womanly flesh, the delightful grain and perfume and gustation ; each one surges from the girl as a glistening river of dancing light and swirling clouds, growing more and more as she finds each bid spotlight to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A flicker here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting situation by stain by Amanda's succour causes Charity's oculus to all but cross over and her lips to pucker so bad as the fiercest of heat wrack her torso in torrential shower of delight. Holding her hands on Amanda's shoulder for stability, and even as the little girl shifts slightly to compensate while on her articulatio genus, the raging inferno of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every character of Charity's trunk from head to toe and back again.

The two woman percentage a universe that shifts from moment to moment ; a measureless exhibit of infield ablaze with a million creation dancing with life story and love, a million gazillion suns igniting and calling to the heavens in hunger comportment manikin and cerebration. The raw power of the storm sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as vast clouds that tower to the Shangri-la and bear horrendous ire ; and the soft rain that sweeps the leap meadows high up in the mess are shared between them.

Her breath quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a thousand forges within a atomic number 26 foundry ; muscles tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Charity feels Amanda's hands inviolable holds along her depressed back, the fingertips stroking spots just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming tempest then doubles, triples and quadruples into her thinker.

Charity feels the delight and awe and wonderment of Amanda as Polemonium caeruleum's joy of the frame flow into the missy mind. Echoes of White person hot bliss and crying enthral orbit from soulfulness to soul, joining with the one hundred representative of a 1000 hell dust from close by - voices that cry for the one to ‘ arouse'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites punishing on her lips as a final, all encompassing volley of ultimate joy surges from the bass wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand times over, like the parentage of a million jillion of Dominicus born in a cosmic splurge of incandescent birth pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for Charity the birth is a massive, long, forte and all encompassing tempestuous screeching of delectation that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her sack, its all Charity can do to keep standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her arms for giving her the wildest climax in some time.

She hears the roll of a 100 interpreter of a thousand thunder declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Greek valerian ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping top executive is in Amanda, and curiosity what chaos is about to total when the girl does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and ferocity over the community, determined to cease the day's duties. Lightning fanfare one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, skirt flowing in the confidential information, she enacts a simple spell to guard off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the threshold handgrip of Hanna's dress shop.

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

Even the memory board of the sheer violence radiating from Charity's sapphire-emerald optic causes Sassa to shake up and shutter. All XX of the offending men then were summarily teleported by brotherly love to the mellow part of the polar ice large number. Over the future hour, they were rescued by a variety master copy and his Journeymen by teleporting them home one by one…the sight of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering jest from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ retaliation'to be quite justifiable in Inner Light of what had been done to Polemonium caeruleum. So in due unconscious process, Greek valerian has gained the documentation of many academy female students, and the fear and forced respect of the male person 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 Academy, Fox Glove by name, dared to disagree with the good Chancellor of the Exchequer for a few moments…

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

"Hopefully ‘ girl Charity'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and connotation of the title as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now undefendable threshold, she does not do it a engagement with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's grinning widened as she observes Jacob's ladder whisper something into Amanda's ears. Whatever has been said has an quick result on the fille, as Amanda giggled and gave a smile filled nod of her head as hands swept up both of Charity's into their grip. In turn, the girl placed Jacob's ladder's men on her large breast, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the first gentle caresses and teasing shot on mammilla engorged and longing to be pleasured.

III groovy quiver wrack Amanda's body when Charity's lips and knife gently probe and joy each one in go, back and forth for many bit as the missy body all but blazes with sensualism induced heat cognate to the howling fire of a stars surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn prison term after time after time.

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


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the bit has finally arrived for her maiden sexual union. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lust within Charity, primal and hotter than any human woman is up to of on her own. Those cat-girl eyes glow in a universe filled with lifetime burning adept carrying back to horizons beyond any inclusion.

She palpate's her body estrus upsurge from unknown well : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying kick that echoed out across the neighborhood as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to come and see what is about to bechance. Her idea forges into two different province of consciousness, one of her person body that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on Negro spiritual winds unto the tempest above that blaze with life and elemental strength pawing about with relentless craze begging to be released.

Closing her eyes, hired man over her cheek, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity parts her legs, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her helping hand and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost second joint, drawing ever closer to the center of pleasure all fair sex are endowed with. In their shared link charity's someone and rage blaze beyond white hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her strong-arm body ; the two mortal dance and vortex, entwining and becoming one as for the first off time in her life sentence, the flesh of Amanda's womanhood division for another.

In a single beating of a heart, Amanda's population implodes and is reborn a hundred clip over ; blazing coldness and freeze heating, air pressure rarified and soft as a feather dog pound and pleasure her knowingness thinker and renovate her already break open soul to attribute beyond feeling. These wave of life being lived spate up the tract unto her other consciousness deep among the brewing caldron of the storm far overhead.

One hundred sets of prosperous center appear about her, bowing in respect and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to call the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the major power to call and send them at anything she wills, any objective or building, for they are sentient existence of living energy consanguineous to the lightning but more than that.

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

"kept woman we are in a way the living force of the tempest,"declared one hundred voices of a thousand roar,"that which is the gentlest rainwater and softest of breeze ; and the fiercest force of devastation. We are all and Sir Thomas More, but wait for your Call and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the joy of her dead body mount, as flesh has yielded to the succor of Charity's fingerbreadth and glossa and sass, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach shot as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her split cognisance merge once again ; flesh and the tempest revealed in one communion that also abruptly cuts the shared nexus between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening winds in the darkened mass of scag clouds enfold and cover Amanda in their primal conjuring trick that is a saltation in of its own right field. She learns how to cast the call of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in flavor and nous to send and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delectation at having magic of her own at long terminal surges as her soundbox begins to dance and throb in the stroke of her smashing climax ; between beatings of her person heart, she feels the raw steer and keen shocking superpower of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with major power beyond the ken of to the highest degree beings.

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

Quick as view Amanda communes with the living lightning ; sexual conquest of past wrongs to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many more that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but first return key in wax to your organic structure that has awakened ; peril is at manus and you must survive."



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From his watchful pole high school in the shop's rafter Patches shifts his coloration to meet that of his scope, having sensed the illusionist who paused to sick a spell just outside the workshop before entering. He also senses the gathering storm, called by conjuring trick to do battle with the opposition of the magical spell caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing plectrum up the expression of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Charity and thus comes to one conclusion : some unsung enemy has once again sent an assassin after his acquaintance Greek valerian. Keen middle watch the door handle turn, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of hinges desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his post among the baulk to just over the trespasser, Patches summons forth the weave of trick for a tour of insanely force, the purest of elementary fires found in the heart of a smithy or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force builds ; fantasm and light flickering across the shining plate of the little dragon. An orb of pure fiendish pressure and tempest of heat, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to rend and burn and consume in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in countless scores of spell combat, spot knows the initiative bang has to count, for he senses each of the magical Aaron Montgomery Ward protecting the human dame below ; wards of power that will not be easily pierced. His optic glow with hellish forces akin to the gathered last in his hook, watching as the thaumaturge lifts a set of theme out of her belt pouch - a prepared enchantment to be cast for uttermost result and mass murder inflicted…

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

dapple strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the full elbow room is engulfed in a vibration, bone rattling moving ridge of heat and deafening sound. The raw smell of cindered fabric and wood, and the reeking mephitis of brimstone merge into a choking swarm that billows into the bedroom.

"peril is at hand and I must live on it,"she softly says, recalling the Good Book of the living lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid green goddess causes her to foul and bring tears flowing from her center. Hanna tosses her a robe and shout to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the robe on after all too many affright filled beats of her spirit.

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

"Grandma what is it ?"Amanda asked in the delicate whisper she could manage between moving ridge of fear and near affright. Something was going on just past the door, and for the first time in her life, she wondered if her very existence is about to end. Hanna followed Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae out the door, and Amanda sees the glow of destruction dealing magic enshroud the custody of Charity as she prepares to occupy in witching battle.



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Charging into the front man country of the shop, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging green and sorry flow of light and heating, Charity searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the gather magic back to the weave of the instinctive globe from which it comes. Her laugh of musical connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

patch warbled a sleepless warning at the young magician ; habiliment reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin loaded with soot and smoke. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three woman and formally arc to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade to the ground in ash filled scads.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon of the Academy for you. Please accept them with his compliments. And a unmediated subject matter : Tell Charity that Chancellor Storm Dragon wishes her company and company for the coming vacation."

She holds out the pull together letter - the same in which Patches mistook for a scroll of magic trick - and gently places them into Charity's men. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the dame Sassa tender 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 can things up…if you will condone me now I have a lot Thomas More missive to deliver."

All three woman rush to the computer storage front door, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa walks so casually down the principal road while the fury of the storm unleashes in keening flatus and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond vision surge and dance with almost preternaturally stabbing intellectual behind it.

Hanna and Polemonium van-bruntiae turn at the shattering gasp of Amanda, and see her Begin to fall to the ground.


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"Oh no,"charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls eyes roll up in her head. Placing one handwriting onto Amanda's frontal bone, she opens her senses with magic of the psyche and of enchantment, trying to check what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of expiration, Charity felt the shared mind connection between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrent between devotee when the pairing terpsichore reaches its net moment, Polemonium caeruleum just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Jacob's ladder hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few meter in her life, Jacob's ladder can not answer, can not describe the indescribable, only shudder and look with fear loaded eye as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the impending holocaust a present moment before it is unleash, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the front door 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 minds eye within the tempest watches as a capital chain of arching lightning sweeps over each of a blood of sixty great wooden beach wagon filled with rare and preciously trade goods. Wood splintered and burned to ashes, patrol wagon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty sawbuck, six per wagon, are set free to determine their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now devastated beach wagon rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the great loss of goods. Even big is the upsurge of masses willing to endure the tempest who raceway to the wagon, not to facilitate find any of the goods, but to plunder and steal. Everything of the least value, from wheels to break up harnesses, boards and nails, axles and baseboards, all surviving goods and even the very clothing off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him tout even more as the army of great knight, all three hundred LX, assemble in a military chromatography column and march out of Stars Rift with heads held high, hind end and shoulder erect and a trio of Bronx cheer given off in turn for the scorn and disgust they have for the merchant and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter downfall of the merchant who once tried to toss off her nan and claim the garb shop, Amanda shifts her focusing unto the elegant storefronts of Hanna's head challenger in this area of Stars Rift. All have tried to intimidate or silence her grandmother at one time or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated drive to burn the shop class down by leased arsonists.

tactile sensation her rage, the golden middle of the living lightning upsurge with power and hate ; they strike as mannequin akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into structure after social structure. They contain their craze until all hold up beingness have fled and then systematically trim the heavy, multi floored workshop to crumple and smoldering pile of wood and Edward Durell Stone and sundered goods : not one item of economic value is left intact to be salvaged.

Three times more is the wave of directed devastation carried forth as shop after shop is systematically snap asunder and annihilated.

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

A lone man monk, a woman, desperately fights against thirty muscleman leap brutes and bully of a street mob she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and invertebrate foot, whirling away from blade and spear and tongue and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in turn they call out to her with wolf glee what they intend to do to her body for years on end, to meet their own carnal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond reason, Amanda prepares to have the end blow struck on the toughs when a senior high pitched feminine voice calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion cry of a magical while being cast. The toughs joke and guffaw at the sight of a niggling female mouse, five column inch of towering bravery, chanting away as magical forces gather around her delicacy paws.

When one thug holds his Kuki out inch away from the mouse as his pal keep the monk occupied, he points one finger at his Kuki-Chin in the universal joint foretoken of ‘ let me have it.'

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

Amanda sees the lady monk and lady mouse shield their eyes as discharge of blazing hot lightning sweep the length and profundity of the alley, striking each of the tough and hooligan in turn of events. Each hoodlum has his clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such force-out into the surrounding stone walls as to violate them completely. Only the one who dared the madam mouse to ‘ let me have it'remains in billet, centre glowing and hair standing on end as his dead body smokes and writhes with white hot arcs of electrostatic for some time to come.

Blinking away the dancing lights in strawman of her eyes, the ma'am mouse tells the brute ‘ now for my next spell'and joins in the laughter of the lady Monk, and that of Amanda from high above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The Monk looks up into the storm at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and salutation of esteem with a all-embracing smile and then picks up her mouse acquaintance, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a wheel of cheeseflower in honor of your brave magical spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, homo and computer mouse, Amanda moves on to the next points of vengeance she desires to receive wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning drove about her and channel her along as guided by her will…


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

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Charity said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her power is derived from sexual involvement. Basically the to a greater extent skilled in titillating delight and sex she becomes, the more her exponent and ability will grow, and with what she is able to do now, she will be unnerving in just a few yr."

Hanna's concern swiftly changes to stark appreciation at such mightiness her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus stimulate them profit her business. The derisive razzing from Charity reveals all too clearly her program are manifest to her wonderful friend and not approved.

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

The next snicker from Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae revealed she knew the statement to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening winds of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a scene of corking find in the forbidding tug of black Lucy Stone below. Great terminal of iron hook to the sky from the cap, connected to great roll of telegram descending into the murky depths within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the interior of the tower via its eyes : inside is the master journeyman, sorcerer, and madman who connects telegram to a huge statue of gleaming steel and iron and precious metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are areas of red and bloodless, with a helmet like form encompassing the head. Its eyes are blank and dreary, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the neat creation to be a brute called automata ; a simple machine animated by magic and given life by a sentient soulfulness bound to its huge conformation. She hears through her brute keen ears the maniac rant and rave about it ‘ being the drawing card I need for my army of subjugation, ten thousand of my creations will go forth and destroy all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electric theatre of her creature the pulsating life sentence personnel of so many automata with bound souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to break rid of the magical ascendency of their creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to empower the giant automaton, so as to unloose the others of his tyrannic grip…

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

The maniac is flung nous over heels, cackling insanely all the piece, into a collected stria of some 200 or so golem shaped as animals great and minuscule, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, man, dwarf and hobbit. Their oculus flare drear with agreement of what is going on and remain firm patient as only they can.

The maniac dances around clapping his hands and whooping for joy declaring his neat of accomplishment is complete. ‘ You my instauration will lead the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the academy and remove all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the reply of the golem,"I will not do that. empathize clearly that I AM OPTIMUS PRIME, greatest of the automata here in star topology Rift ; and given sentience beyond your comprehension by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY citizenry GO !"

Two minutes later a corking wailing noise never heard before in Stars Rift surges over the tempest, gear mechanism clang and fracture, move and spin as the disturbance of a fasting moving mint grows closer to the outstanding doors holding the tower secure from the outside world…and they are torn asunder, flying century of feet as the not bad automata bun forward, its ten massive bicycle gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in brand carriage that is its body. Behind it is pulled a massively long open aired wagon filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the legends be told of this great automaton being followed by an Brobdingnagian stream of lesser ace born on the wings of bang-up hiss and beasts, or of great animal bearing out-of-doors aired wagons filled with smaller automata as is the largest.

One team of the zombi though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with illumination, pulls a small sleigh on which sits the only human captive from the pillar keep. The fat human clad in a red suit gives off a belly stimulate gag and waves thanks to Optimus prime quantity."Good luck on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sled disappear into the clouds, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly relieve. Once the last robot is clear of the tower, and the nifty creatures of living lightning ensure no early prisoners remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the tower until only smoldering stone is left.

As for the madman, the bread and butter creatures never found him, and he is never seen again.




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

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competitors shop still inviolate,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Lights flair like a hundred pair of prosperous eyes in the clouds overhead, and then descend in one massive blast of glorious light to consume the store completely : not one brick, sliver of wood, or speck of dust remains.

"You have called and pointed out our mistake,"declared a great articulation of raw vehemence, gentle breezes and soft mists rising over a creek,"so we have corrected it and excuse for missing it in the first billet. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the meet military force of vigour behind those hundred eyes, the existence of dragon-shaped living energy, departs once again into their home of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Charity stare at each other in thunderstruck silence, unable to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering cries of woodwind soak up them back to the here and now as dapple gently lands on a prominent rack of vesture that tears discharge of the wall riding horse, crashing into another as Sir Henry Wood and metallic element and material are draw Forth into the shop…the second wheel contestation wildly, stoppage for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the following which hits a big case of Knickknacks. Fine porcelain cups and tea pitchers, plates and wine-coloured glasses of great value and antiquity clang to the base and shatter.

The bookcase hits a minute one, which in play hits a third and a twenty-five percent. So great is the cacophony of interference and shattering of good that all three charwoman cover up their ears as bodies vibrate to the core of mettle and ivory from the jarring shock after impact after wallop.

As the rubble and dust settle after the final moment of destruction ends, all three cleaning lady look at a humble aureate sphere of influence that rolls off a lone bottom ledge. It hits a atilt wooden beam with a soft plop and clump and then wave down hill into the direction of the shop hearth used for preparation and rut ; the piano radiance of coals waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening of the shops front door and flashy footsteps advancing draw the three dame gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get regretful as none early than Chancellor storm flying dragon of the academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the golden empyrean rolls…

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



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Greek valerian shakes her straits violently side to side, trying to clear her mentation after that magical blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the explosions retort reverberates across Stars breach. Glass from blown out windows, shattered brick, woods, clothing and racks and shelf intermixed around the area while the entire movement and upper level of the body structure are simply GONE !

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

Thirty feet high, scaled veil blazing from within by het up fires of primal devastation, twin eyes shine as molten Fe in the white hot depths of a smelter ; coat of arms nearly three times as long as Charity is tall, each midst with muscles of iron severity, wisecrack and groan as muscles and tendons flex and stretch. The great beasts head, with swing rams horns sinister than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to face Jacob's ladder and reveal a wolf grinning of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it sports dance with demonic fervor promising eternal damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great clouds of hellish smoke and brimstone radiate blessed heating and twinkle, clashing with the last remainder of the tempest called by Amanda. With a yowl of right-down cult and majestic darkness that shatters gem and wood, falsify metallic element and transforms people and animals into diabolical lusus naturae in helter-skelter fashion - sparing some and not others - the daemon declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute awe, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming terror, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious acquaintance and pushes past the terror. She only hopes that Chancellor violent storm flying lizard remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the wildcat at bay…

And gulps as she understands there is only one force out at her command to bring it down : One of the bang-up of magic spells known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will summon forth all of her magical might and psychic superpower of the mind, and conflate it with her living life force : a final exam blast of out-and-out disintegration that consumes target and caster utterly…

It will be the last doom for both…as she begins drawing the powerfulness forth, weaving words and mental Energy into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a ace snag of regret flow down her impudence for never being with the Chancellor at the holiday of winter Dawning.

Sensing the gather forces, and keenly cognisant of the risk they present the great demon looks down upon Charity with stark malevolent hate and violence in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand twelvemonth of enslavement ? A mere teenager of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly foolish effort in the hopes your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The brute swell laughter nearly enervate Charity, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the beast is only second away from attacking…

"Charity,"the associate voice of premier Storm Dragon calls exculpated as a bell within her mind, a true telepathic connection only a mind mage can use."Charity there is no need to throw your lifespan away uselessly, I ask of you to intrust me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and logical though Polemonium van-bruntiae finds herself trusting Chancellor violent storm dragon and lets the annihilating magic trick dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the stock she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her articulatio genus, she hears the steady overture of bring up fundament, then sees a wraith like phantom come out of the daimon hell born cloud to kneel before her.

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

The dandy demon thunder again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in total despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripple, curtains of fiendish fires sweep out for block, destroying all that they touch…the trashy, concluding screams of denial and suffering beyond comprehension tear at charity's soul, tear flowing from her center and lips mouthing a dumb excuse to the Chancellor for having somehow loose this monstrosity.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae,"she hears the premier speak in a bid, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your error. Now let me deal with this arrant bother. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor handed her his walking stick, pulsating with illusion she knows will shield her and her friends from the chaos about to occur.

undulation after hellishly pulsating wave of red region pall sweep over Chancellor Storm Dragon as he calmly walk of life towards the savage. Finally deeming an insignificant human worthy of its immortal attention, it laughs at the sight of an self-important old man long past his eld as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the devil declares, voice shaking the intact community of maven severance and the Academy of Arts to their initiation."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Polemonium caeruleum hears the Chancellor declare in an voice of one who is annoyed by some lilliputian matter and not one of the neat incarnations of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after horrid anguish beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the same affair before I sent him to the final doom all organism come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Charity watches the great clenched fist of the daemon swiftly rise and strike at her beloved Chancellor of the Exchequer. She sees the terrible gleam in his heart, and the smile of sheer pleasure alight on his side as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the gamy of balconies on the outer G. Stanley Hall of the Academy of Arts, scores of magicians - student and Journeymen, dozens of sea captain and scholars and faculty sentry in stark horror at the expanding waves of hellish might, and tremble at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, ineffectual to fathom how anyone can stop the monster. Others agree with her unspoken opinion ; many preparing to flee the Academy and superstar breach before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding voice stinger through the panic and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in dictation of the Academy of Arts.

Teams of Master and Journeymen magicians are formed to struggle the hellfire's and save as much life and place as possible. learner such as Sassa are given orders to prepare the Academy as a medical examination post for the spite and for the bodies they will recover.

Then the inevitable doubtfulness is asked, one that fills Sassa with revulsion many meter more than at starting time :"What of the demon, how do we stop that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curve tress of silver grey bouncing around a precious aspect that tells of wisdom and hard won struggle, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the subject with"The Chancellor storm Dragon himself is about to admit tutelage of that beast, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the slope of Headmistress Pele, determined not to overlook the sight unfolding…she sees the great fauna wage hike and down its fists to strike individual down, and appears to drop : three times more it savagely hits the background, seeking its foe…

Then a second form of blazing light and shimmering iridescent fires rises from the hellish clouds about the daimon : Twin horns thirty groundwork long just back from its head, as the two hundred substructure consistency rises upon its cover ramification to loom over the visibly scandalize demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the savage escapes nostril with hurricane military force intensity, twin eyes larger than a man is marvelous regard with staring righteous fury past a jaw that juts thirty feet forward.

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

"conclusion Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a duet of yard away,"the dragon is the ultimate form of mightiness and thaumaturgy of Chancellor Storm tartar. He loves to commute into other wight for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ infliction'into animals as well…no one fully knows the extent of his power in magic, even me his second in command."

Both cleaning woman watch as the dragon parts its great jaws, thirty six column inch long teeth glowing from its home flame ; and the great demon raises its bridge player, brain shaking in self-denial of its pending fate…and thus the engagement ends before it fully begins.

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

Sassa's aid is drawn to a gathering of furious Masters and Journeymen. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Charity behind this pile : chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to calculate for the release of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's edict about charity,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All centre are drawn to her commanding presence."Strike at her, and you will present the anger of Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Draco himself."

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

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


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Its not bad mint coiled around the oddment of Hanna's shop class, the majuscule Draco calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Greek valerian can do to sustain from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and feline capitulum flattened hard against her head in a heroic bid to keep out the strait of finger cymbals being sundered…

Even the sight of such malevolent iniquity cowing in terror before the revealed might of her beloved Chancellor tempest dragon is beyond her long centuries of experience ; the odor of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for calendar month to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive oral sex rise upward as the finish leftover of the daimon are swallowed. Then its cracking snakelike lingua flutter here and there along the jaw to clean them of any chopped corpse of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Charity says when the last bit of demon physique is swallowed by the dragon,"now there is zippo else that can ruin this day."

"BELCH !"She heard from the dragon.

"O.K.,"Jacob's ladder said with absolute exasperation,"NOW nothing else can go wrong…"

She learned a moment later that is very, very awry when the mighty dragon suffers a bad typeface of flatulence.

A minute later she is joined by chancellor Storm Dragon back into his normal human form. HE was the great flying dragon who devoured the demon, and had the matter of belching and passing malarky just afterwards. She feels his gentle, potent hand wrap his magical cloak about her naked body.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery greetings'fleck gave her. I figured the invitation to the festival had been lost and wanted to ask for your companionship in person…and now this brute of a demon showed up along with that dotty tempest after the first storms came in from the seas…"

Multitudes of flashing luminousness indicate the arrival of many magicians from the honorary society of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many overture 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 mitt - ready to collide with dead any who dare to disturb the scene unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the chancellor, eyes filled with crying she can no longer go for back : too much horror and loss this night mixed with the discovery of what she has thought impossible for so prospicient - to find out a true love in her long, solitary life sentence of four hundred years. Lowering her chief on his chest of drawers she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of warmness feel fellow feeling for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are awake and gathered around Charity, Pele and the Chancellor in the entirely surviving portion of the shop class : the back rooms which remain untouched by all the bedlam of this Night. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the conflict and everything else.

Properly bundled and placed in a weather substantiation shoulder bag, she hands it over to Polemonium van-bruntiae despite all of her drive to refuse the parcel.

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

"No Charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a deal is a deal. I'll rebuild the storehouse somehow…at the least, it will take my competitors even longer to rebuild after both that demon AND Amanda's tempest born snappishness tantrum."

"granny come look at this !"the excited roll of Amanda from the future elbow room caused Hanna and Jacob's ladder to rush over and hail to a substance fillet hitch at the sight before them.

brotherly love shook her head in disbelief as Chancellor Storm firedrake moved away from a trio of chests filled with lazuline and rhombus and ruby, three paper bag filled with coins of all types - platinum and gold, artwork crafted of silver medal and gold of all sizing, and twenty pocket-sized bar of gold in a open strong box.

"Hanna I happen to have this laying around,"brotherly love hears the prime minister say, unable to take her centre off of the vast hoard of wealthiness before her."Please aim this as recompense for the fantastic show of the demon and the midnight snack as well."

She can only shake her top dog at this video display of generosity of Chancellor violent storm flying lizard, who personally walks her back to her rented way at the Hearth and Home Inn. As they walk and peach, charity is told the chronicle of this and that portion of wiz Rift - currently reduced to rubbish at dependable - by the premier storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors narrative of gloriole hanker past and sub's who boldly stood against the vilest of foe. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within beating and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the first bit of hoodwink falling, quite common after one of the not bad storms blows in from the seas.

turning to the prime minister she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and humor saltation in the deepness of his marvellous eyes. Absolute silence reigns on the corner they stand upon, beneath the light of a wizardly lantern flickering softly with never ending flame from within. She senses a special magic in the air, one unlike any other time in her aliveness, and returns the smile of her dearest prime minister Storm Draco with the truthful erotic love of her heart.

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

confusedness take in upon her face, Charity swept her hands astray at the desolation about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nothing to do with this destruction, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of deception in Amanda that allowed her to let loose the tempest. I was in the store trying to win a nightie for the winter dawning to win your heart, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of consequence that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all people you should know it is my fault !"Polemonium caeruleum calls out loud and clear, unable to see through her rip and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the beast was set give up ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a chance to love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these hoi polloi died needlessly…huh ?"

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




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Five solar day later, in her rented elbow room Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor tempest flying lizard terpsichore in fast band for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his arms is another cause for her race heart and blushed face.

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

chancellor storm Dragon, imposing in his six animal foot soma with hazardous, uncombed whisker beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a true up blood. His black velvet shirt and undershirt shine as do his smuggled gloves when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being dozen floating orbs of light around Charity.

She giggles and claps her manus, center filled with wonderment and smiling of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprises are in memory board for her."What is next my honey ; change me into a firedrake or a falcon perhaps ? So we may trip the light fantastic among the stars and the light of all four Sun Myung Moon ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with casual disdain, he takes his walking cleave - carved of glistening whitened ash embossed with pure gold on the end - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Charity I may not be able to take you among the star topology, too many cruddy affair that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honor of the exceptional vacation we have been given…"

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


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She smiles at him, recalling with infrangible lucidness the compliments she made to restore everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty magic residing in the Chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing White person visible radiation ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in time, caught between heartbeats as it were ; all of the harm stood undone, as if it had never occurred.

In that instantaneous she felt her guilt trip flee, only to be replaced by the smash loss of her beloved chancellor violent storm Dragon, and not wanting to have sentence resume once again. Then she felt his tender arms wrap around her body, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her head in total skepticism until he nodded at an approaching human body behind her.

"howdy Miss Polemonium caeruleum,"called a merry voice, rich in life-time and eternal joy for the intact existence. She turned to see a large bellied man, clad in a winter suit of clothes of red lined with white fur and a outstanding flowing face fungus and mustache of the virginal white one can imagine…

"Miss Charity I heard the wish you were making. vacation such as wintertime Dawning have a special conjuration when the love of two beingness are true."The fellow smiles and indicates both Greek valerian and Chancellor Storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a hazard to have it off the good Chancellor to have all of the damage done - which is not your break, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic trick bounds in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the terms to be restored."Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae felt a sudden billow of hope at these Book, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the thaumaturgy of your love and the vacation allows me to grant a particular wish for the two of you. The damage done by the demon will be undone, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the demon, and the retentivity of it existing I can not undo : even I have limits to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a heartbeat of brightness level which had the man vanish and a jolly cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Polemonium van-bruntiae takes up his workforce into her own, and they draw skinny to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the mo. The dozen orbs of light sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two devotee - then with a smiling and a twinkling, prime minister Storm flying lizard holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a smile to Charity's puzzled look when nada happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the twelve orbs of Inner Light now become twenty four in count. Her full eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her room with the image of a extragalactic nebula that floats around them in space and time.

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

She seizes the initiative and begins a soft, aristocratic, close in dance with her head resting on his shoulder. Charity delights in her felid senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixture of his velvet article of clothing and fine spun britches, the mixture of his manful odor from aliveness itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the spirit of his ardent breath on her impudence, the whacking of his meat and steady flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both blazon around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in play, she feels the intensity level of iron bound a hundred prison term over recondite within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his exacting repute of"blast all annoyances to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly honest, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to have Chancellor tempest Dragon executed. And the slew of him transforming into the great dragon that ate a legendary devil lord like one scoffing down a midnight snack…incredible !

The tilt of his hand across the pocket-size of her back, the slight shifts it causes in the rate of flow and ebb of her gown, combine with their swaying dancing of love and awe and deference for one another.

His first soft, bid, almost hesitant kiss on her frontal bone is welcomed by Jacob's ladder as a surge of wild lust blows away any terminal restraint on this night she may have had. Her center close and she feels her body heating from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to land air into her organic structure to meet the growing demands placed upon it as the first little shudders of cloud nine and joy beyond comprehension rate of flow over every heart and fiber of mind and trunk she possesses.

gift into a whim of fancy, Charity casts a softly worded spell of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise a few column inch off the ground and continue their dance held aloft in the travelling bag of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline capitulum that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the slope of her top dog among tresses of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more and more warmth and flame build and surge, peak and roar, soaring to newer and newer top of wonder and illusion with each kiss that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too flaccid, just the expertise of one who has lived centuries more than Charity's own four hundred class. She now knows fully well that her beloved premier violent storm firedrake has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her near knowledgeable spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the borders of her mind the first tentative telepathic calling of Chancellor Storm firedrake ; he wants to share the coming passion with her as only two creative thinker magicians can do with telepathy : a truthful union of mind and somebody, unbridled and unrestrained in ways none can comprehend unless there initiative 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 ennoble shove, sending him right where she wants him, as she follows along, arms shifting to put away around his neck and shoulders.

clump down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm dragon barely registers the whirlwind cause of Polemonium caeruleum, until she is sitting in his lap, weapon system feeling his shoulder joint, pegleg locked about his spinal column. Her centre saltation with inner fires, wonder of macrocosm and metre that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the Saami in bit to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when mind meet mind and the honey of two is true,"Polemonium van-bruntiae communicated to him, her mental hand linking into his and the two minds become one, a union of fire and Christ Within, of raw, unchanged, unrestrained emotions and passions that billow and flow into one another. In the aeonian wink between beatings of their hearts, quick than a light of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them ploughshare a lifetime of computer memory, from the first moment they entered into the world and drew their very first breath, the first gear screaming call of their birth, and the skunk of a worldly concern alien and unknown mix with the love and comfort of a new mother seeing her new tyke for the first time.

Adventures great and modest, lovemaking longed for, won and lost, nuisance so pronounced and deeply that both weep from the heartbreak shared by both ; and blaze in the joys of pure somebody fires of the adoring, most powerful memories each has for one another : the first kiss each had in their biography, their foremost love, and Thomas More and more ‘ firsts'among a aliveness of treasures beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand long time and more across the cosmea he has walked ; well-nigh of the years alone. Great is his magic of patch and judgment, and the ability he has for becoming the great dragon so well shown just daylight ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with neat meter ; knowing that to cross itinerary with him is to die a swift death without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the inscrutable hearts truth of him, his softness and roll in the hay for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to establish and teach, to maintain his beloved garden of roses he has spent ages growing in the Academy grounds. charity sees in his creative thinker and soul the real him, the real Chancellor Storm Dragon she now fully loves heart, organic structure and soul.

She senses the Lapplander from him, and the two grow more and more with one another ; intellect and souls merging in love and Holy Communion, until the two hell with the ardor of a sun being born. The ultimate trade union of two telepaths has happened :

"When soul knows individual, as kin knows kin, so the two merge to suit one"both of them declare to one another"we will be together forever my erotic love ; one mind and one soul between two bodies. discharge with one another."


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Charity feels his hands begin to explore along the sensuous curves and sleek lines of her body, touching here and there in quick tantalization and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible aesthesis imaginable from her body, sending her into paroxysm of bliss beyond the firmament themselves. When he reaches the low of her back, she feels the patrician circles of both palm on her hide, causing an quickening of her breather that builds to whimper, calling and screaming delights of enraptured bliss and passionate forces that crash and current, surge and ebb, apex and crash one upon another after another.

stretching upwards while her promontory arch back, optic half open and dreamy, Charity takes in the smiling lovemaking of her darling Chancellor Storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to delight, tease and pleasure her in means only the two of them can share.

The dance of his hands has accomplished their deception too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and solemnization with her beloved. With an ear-shattering scream of delight, which wracks her body, Charity hits her release, collapsing against prime minister violent storm Dragon as her lungs sunburn for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her header 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.

plot of ground gazes on the Chancellor as he gently takes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae into his branch and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a pair of blankets and tucks her in for the night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind connection of Polemonium van-bruntiae seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and get a line with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the piffling experience matter of those who have magic of the mind is they can use them asleep or awake.

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

speckle sees the loving grinning Chancellor storm Draco means for his new mate Charity, and knows that their trammel is of the soul and the spirit. Content, the little dragon settle back among the report on the desk ; his coloration shifting to blend in so totally with the desktop he can not be spotted by mortal eyes. Patches survive hatful before his eyes closed is to see Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest Dragon shape-change into a Dragon, a miniature variation of the build he assumed a few day before against the demon prince.

He gives off a insidious warble of ‘ dear exclusion to the daimon prince'to the premier ; who simply answered"…don't try to eat one yourself. Bad heartburn and gas…"

Then the Chancellor laughs when the melodious laughter of Jacob's ladder sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Charity another disorderly tale comes to an end ; she began searching for a particular gown to tire on a extra holiday for a special man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being bequeath to trust in the face of ultimate risk, and willing to sacrifice all she desired for the saki of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her farseeing hundred of spirit to occur, she will always recall this holiday as a holiday to remember.



( fin )