Among the greater cosmea are untold numbers of dimension, humanity, adept and civilizations ; a thousand K of beingness wander the secret way and paths that link them - merchant, heroes and villains, explorers and explicators, keepers of secrets and those who uncover the Same. All are known regardless of their species and bloodline by a collective name : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these means and paths converge, communities arise, each as unique as the existence who dwell there ; the community of ace severance is no exception. It notorious above all others as a place of commerce and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraint on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by effect of arms.

hoi polloi of many coinage, public, patronage and the like are to be found. Ten times as many slew being forged and ten More prison term the Lapplander of betrayals, plots, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of vehemence and pure mayhem waiting the barest spark of fire to ignite, social club does exist…for one sole reason…

The academy of the Arts, its sweeping buildings over three miles on a side and reaching hundreds of floors into the sky, dominates the entire the great unwashed of Stars Rift. Famed for its program library, museums, residence upon unending mansion of hoarded wealth and art beyond imagination, they produce the ok of diplomats, scholarly person, teachers and magicians.

In the end, it is these conjurer, headed by the greatest of all, chancellor Storm Dragon, who keep the bedlam of lead falling out in relation decree. The rules for those seeking to advance agenda and design in the community are very simple, drill extreme point charge, for when some unknown line is crossed you will front the Academies conjuror, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the inhabitant of Stars falling out concern not about the Academy, magic spell battles or the close at hand annihilation of this or that grouping seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumblings of a storm rolling in from the swell Garnet Sea. Great clouds wash in from the view, clawing in enceinte columns for the sky while building ever deeper in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling hatful that dances with infernally acute blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these great tempest, claiming that there is a guiding sentience to them ; as many have seen in their depths of blackness band of golden eyes that search and attempt someone. This has occurred fourth dimension and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the low gear deep and echoing calls of big H audio, the clarion call that the season of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scurries for any protection they can find. teamster shout and curse at their draft fauna, desperate to get their police wagon of goodness and freight under covert, all the while the hired guards around them watch for any would-be stealer bent on making a dissipated kidnapping of the Sami goods.

Merchants whose shop are not fronted by the great, arching covered paseo of the market quarter close up, bolting windows and doors, hoping that when the violent storm ends, the shop will be intact and business enterprise can sum up with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community, the Cat-girl known as Charity ( and by a few thousand former, less option or proper insulting names ), the storm takes second lieu next to the choice of the right nightie for a most especial vacation coming up in five more days.

All she wants is plenty metre to prefer her nightie. And not give birth anything else go amiss, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of great thrills, and straight danger…and pandemonium incorporated as only a cat-girl like Charity can understand.


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charity, magician and practitioner of the rare mental conjuration known as psionic's, scholar and adventurer among the cosmos at tumid, not to mention being - in her own words -"the emasculated cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a lowly little clothes shop near the Hearth and house Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent occupier.

She stands before a broad length mirror and ponders the deal shown : heart of emerald-sapphire hue filled with life-time and untamable fury. Slight freckles adorn her flaccid impertinence and accentuate her perky minuscule nuzzle. Her fine felid capitulum swish back and Forth River as of their own encroachment, drawn by the faintest of sounds. Right now they alternate between flaring flavourless backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity puffs, and hassock, and comforter yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber tomentum away from her eyes.

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

She adjusts the chick of the scrubs she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unspoken question Polemonium van-bruntiae answers to be rid of these useless hens."ma'am as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her arms widely and curtsy to them,"but no buttocks green 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 vacation of Winters sunrise, the first day of wintertime and of the New Year… and so much more…

The traditional first day of the trade time of year, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing better half of all genders and metal money. There are no barriers of class, finish, social standing or family relationship restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the hedonistic pleasure seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming vacation Charity is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose heart she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing bloom flowing over her nerve, neck and even up over her ears : clear sign of sheer embarrassment. Her friend and owner of this fiddling dress shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Charity's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her lissome feminine feline strain ; her patience finally runs out after a few Thomas More minute of arc, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee eminent, bloodless furred thrill Charity had seen up on the second base earlier today.

Standing atop a minor step stool, Charity shifts from one affectation to another, straining to see how the fine silklike nightdress of abstruse sea putting surface and blue devils, embossed with golden dragon swirling around her rosehip, trunk and breasts, fits. The sleeveless and strapless night-robe clinch each sensuous curve and feature article on her organic structure, while the skirt flows around her ramification like water in a flow swirling and dancing playfully around a mid current stone.

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

boot off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both arms high into the air and straining the gown cloth to the come near breaking point. She slowly turns in a half set to face the storefront window and all of the passing foot traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the night-robe press against her breasts, revealing all of their enshrouded admiration to some carpenters passing along. brotherly love smiles at each of them in spell, and kicks one leg high up into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to trip the light fantastic toe and bat about as a deep butterfly stroke from a far off hobo camp. Four more clock time she does this in agile order, shifting her sleeve and body to counter equipoise the movement with an ease belying the smoothing iron discipline and speciality possessed by her body.

Jacob's ladder gives one carpenter a lust filled, coyish wink while his centre remain locked upon her brood breast ; and in a moment of pure mischief, teases the sharpness of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dancing of light and vestige always at play. Then shakes her head as the carpenter sweep into a porch backing post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse trough.

Her unbelief grows when a hurry wagon throws a steering wheel in its drovers hurry to outsmart the violent storm to shelter. The four horse pulling it tear free of their harnesses, racing off with tempestuous laughter on the wind as the drover dives discharge of the collapsing wagon : the cargo of which is a load of manure that shall never reach its final examination destination this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse manger, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so ripe to the world around him. So strong is the melodious scent of his, that all of the honey oil plant life-time for thirty feet suddenly grows in a plethora of surging life story, sprouting leaves, flowers and new yield and ejaculate for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her silent dance of conquest, Polemonium caeruleum's torso flows in one amazing relocation after another : graceful bound and crook, short whirl followed by sweeping kicks and whirl. She knows there is one former watching her at the meter - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Polemonium van-bruntiae also knows the the true of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's eyes ; a longing and hope that the girl has not yet found the courage to admit she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick eye blink that sends the miss into a rush of flustered palpitation and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae raises the other senior high command processing overhead time with finger spread unto the heavens. Her head leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a lowly crescent shape ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the articulatio genus. She takes the left foot into her left hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third time before leaping high into the air.

Her pedigree is a perfection of question and feline grace, landing so lightly on the gradation stool not even a atom of dust is to be observed. For many hour Charity moves but slowly, calmly, with her center shutdown and spike insipid on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex pattern of swirls, circles, short and long kicks of her stage and question with her arms to equilibrize her motion.

Yet no matter how she moves or the patrons of the depot watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her most confidant of areas under that flowing annulus, they do not win. She is in complete control condition over her body and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to shew off More than she desires to have shown.


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Poor unseasoned Amanda can not keep her stress, torn between the dancing of brotherly love, and that of the crowd gathering outside the shop exhibit windows. So many multitude wanting a glimpse of a master of the terpsichore at period of play, they do hope for Thomas More to designate of Charity - say a wardrobe malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday suit to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the front door. She allows a limit number of people in for a base fee and the categorical promise they keep subdued at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their gentlewoman familiar or married person.




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As formidable as Charity is with magical spells, she is more so with the rare magic of the mind. As her terpsichore draw her into a semi-mystical State Department she draws upon the well of psychic energy deep in her being. This zip she uses to manipulate the very particle of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to flux in new paths and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the indulgent pant of amazement, slack-jawed amazement and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair flow a shimmering, gleaming river of luminance. A million millions of diamonds with a grand chiliad of cute gemstones interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

pull her arms in tight to her dresser, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by idea alone the speck of light to lurch and spin with her. colouring material flare and shift, saltation and intertwine, one with another in an perpetual drapery of iridescent fires. She even keeps her focal point when, contrary to the pledges given to Amanda, the gentleman in the crowd begin to issue lust filled cry and demand for all wear on charity to come off.


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Amanda watches Charity with the uttermost captivation, until one of the Lady fellow of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rive a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired decree, a toll is reached and sealed with a handclasp and Twin wicked grinning of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the rachis suite to retrieve the sought item.

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


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At long last Charity comes to a stop with a flare of the histrionic - blazon cast high-pitched overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smile on her grimace. That smile turned into a coy grinning as her hair flopped over her grimace and auricle, and the gown surrendered to gravity in one mighty upsurge ; drawing many aloud gonorrhea and delighted whistles at the heap of her bared breasts, honed belly and the silken undergarment being worn.

"form,"she says with a shrug of her berm.

Her gaze extends to one corner of the gathered mass of howling men. She sees the scorned lady's steady glide slope onto her clueless valet de chambre companion. Charity softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another round of drinks of lust burning and lust crazed craze, as they call for the show to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a hand or early body office as required for her performances…'

Jacob's ladder scolds the men :"Now gentlemen, you have gentlewoman and wives and checkmate that should be having your single attention right now. You have shamed yourselves with these joke and need to realize it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the young man who has so insulted his companion says with ridicule,"I can do as I please, my beginner is one of the most mightily of merchants in town ; my word is law, and nothing else subject, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

A consequence later, he got his wish.



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Amanda, now joined by her nanna Hanna, watch with unrelenting temper as the now assaulted man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and wretched sounding cluck. The sheer pain surging into his wit from the crushing of his chestnut with an iron poker becomes overmaster, and gracelessly he falls facial expression first onto the flooring.

Two of the men turn from Charity's objurgation, looking at the man on the floor with assoil annoying at having the display so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their gentlewoman companions about the man and find a unified thumb down from all the women, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looks, one man near the front threshold silently holds it open. The two gentlemen take up their broken companion up in their branch, and summarily pitch him into the streets. The maimed, gelded man gracelessly flies across the scant distance to mosh bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously foul smorgasbord of manure and water.

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

He makes it to the far side of the street, only to be summarily hit with a III of lightning bolt of lightning from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic butt stampede over his body, leaving an eternal series of adhere hoof photographic print upon his back. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's store, and collapse against the bulwark gasping for breathe…until a pack of 100 mongrel mutt come along and, in act, christen him in the usual personal manner of such mutts.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Charity and unto the despised madam. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ find out hears,'and a round of applause, before giving their single care to their female companions. pair by mates, they bow to Greek valerian, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine show and then depart on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the combined chuckle and melodic giggles of her grandmother and Charity from the blushing consternation of the young lady friend. All of her years of being learn proper decorum, mannerism, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a right young lady who will inherit a wonderful shop must know,'never inclined her for such a display of social interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Charity, who catches it with a graceful leap upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No matter how many times she sees it in somebody, Hanna just can not accept someone as risky and Chaos followed as Charity can dominate such grace and ability.

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

"brotherly love you're good for business organization whenever you do these little shows. In the following week or two my line of work will double or triple and I will need to rent another needlewoman or two just to keep up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Polemonium van-bruntiae's longing gaze to the ultimate plunder of her store : a uncommon nightdress made of gossamer silk - said to be the material of dreams and butterflies breathe mixed with the start strait of a blossoming heyday in spring.

"Gossamer silk,"Jacob's ladder says as she watches the ever changing weave of colors, patterns and flowing icon that emerge and disappearance on the surfaces. At one percentage point, the magic trick woven into the fabric displays twin solidifying of great dragon at play, hopping from swarm to dapple so far above the earth.

"Dear female child if you…"Hanna began until brotherly love's continue hand stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the gown. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a original at the Academy of humanistic discipline,"she said, her vocalisation filled with resignation."It's not my lot in life to fuck such riches or stratum of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray presence tea, cracker, cheese and a boniface of other toppings to snack upon. She loves to find out the interminable tarradiddle of Charity's risky venture, seeking trick and lost traditional knowledge, artifact of Brobdingnagian superpower and of dangerous monsters from exotic stead ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with doubt after query, especially about the swirling visible radiation that came near the end of her terpsichore !

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

charity explained to Amanda that some magic can be taught ( such as that of magical spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the conjuration of the judgement ) ; the latter mind magic she avoids going into detail about, as few in the neighborhood of sensation rift defendant she has such abilities.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is present, one who is in all aspects the equal of Jacob's ladder in magical trance and the magic of the mind…Patches, the little dragon fellow of Charity for almost of her four one C of joyfully chaotic life history. All three women look to the draw a blank tray of bite and see Patches, whom is slightly longer than a human forearm, finishing off the finish of the tea. He turns and waves a passing ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the quite a little of Charity leaping about, clearing cloths stand and bouncing off display casing in a desperate fury to trance her old Quaker. The two know of charity's lovingness for cheese, and sentinel as she stops prison term and again, to see if her great auditory sense can pick out his faint footfall or wing pulsation. Threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in jest than of any seriousness, only to redouble in determination and fury when darn dumps a picture of water not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her chairperson and sits down upon it severely, propping both of her metrical foot on another and fuming in silent rage. All that she wants is to chance a nightdress for the coming holiday, and then to enjoy winter Dawning.

"Polemonium van-bruntiae my dear girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another thaumaturgist and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some kind of fireworks powder, though the smell he summoned to confirm this called the stuff and nonsense ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go figure ?"


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

Hanna homes in for the kill when Greek valerian's bloom and consternation come in entire measure."Oh ho, so that's it. Good old shirt and britches not good enough now ? audio like someone has caught your fancy after all, or more like you have caught his…hmm…could it be chancellor violent storm flying dragon, the head of the Academy of the Arts ? citizenry say you and him have been spending prison term together lately…"

"well,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae began,"he has promised to send me some letters to the workshop today. It's the easiest way to find me…I go through so many wear with the Chaos I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the student I know there is on courier duty and should be by at any time…"

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

charity takes the moment she has to work out a program to hold Hanna and Amanda off precaution and out of her passion aliveness. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Draco over the utmost few weeks.

It is true that Chancellor Storm tartar has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to parcel a meal…every clip he arrives its in a different pretext - once a brainiac, or a big bird that flew in via the door before transforming into his convention self, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off kingdom. The clip he tried to fly in on a magical rug caused no end of pandemonium when the Inn's door was destroyed upon discovery that it was too narrow to tolerate the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a talent with each meeting - a Scripture of lore or story, of tyke charming magic spell once ( fit for a journeyman magician and thus not unmanageable at all for her ), even a half XII magic wands made by him that pulsated with sleeping power deep in their carved wooden strain. More important, as they talked about small things in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the Stern ‘ instantly blast you to dust'man of his almost fearsome reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very distinct, well mannered, well connected merchandiser and dealers in charming curios to meet with brotherly love. In this fashion, she has begun to craft magical dainty, unsubdivided trinket really, along with some true token of power - such as wand and wizardly tour, 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. Polemonium caeruleum began with a tarradiddle of dreams, hopes and desires mixed and woven about hearsay of her and the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a time from others. The one thing she can not run from is the awe she will never win his beloved in the end, that portion will fate her efforts to failure one more time in her hanker, lonely life.

"Charity my dear girlfriend, a question, or if you will, a business go,"asked Hanna, her affectation suddenly becoming very grave.

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

drawing off her legs up under herself, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae patiently waited for Hanna to accumulate her view. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not subscribe Charity long to sympathize what the ‘ business offer'would be about : the first mating of Amanda with another person. In Stars breach, this is not an unusual custom, where a guardian or parent arranges such issue ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Charity has participated in more than once, usually to secure the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the new lady she received a look of fiery outrage in response."Now she happens to be ‘ rum'about women ; so I am wondering, as Winters cockcrow is nearly at hand and to take part she must be mated, if you would help out."

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

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

"good, and so that we have a trade, name your toll Charity, if it's in my king to give you have it…"her heart skipped a cadence when she followed Charity's regard over to the gown and vest of gossamer silk. The soft fabric shimmering in the light performing across it captivated all three women for a suddenly time.

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

"Don't worry Amanda. Polemonium caeruleum will take care of everything just revel 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 luxuriously above in the workshop baulk, Patches warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic means : Do not occupy, I will not allow anything to pass off to the shop class while former issue are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will regret it for the dead rest of their execrable and bastardly lives.

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



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Sassa grunted under the system of weights of her latest legal transfer, all she wants right now is to be rid of the in conclusion parcel and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such ungoverned thoughts, counting that she is a courier, runner, pupil to Headmistress Pele and small fry magician as the best of fortune to happen in the eighteen years she has lived.

"Next time,"she voicelessness to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for more delivery than anyone else near the holiday of Winters daybreak. I wish I could coldcock this bag into a dump or some blazing fire of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little Sir Thomas More than a rein bag on the exterior, is a true introduction of illusion. It is capable of holding in its depths many, many times what a pattern bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a chiliad letters, gifts, greeting and the like for the guests of the Academy's skipper and Journeymen.

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

Four blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one to a greater extent burden : a bundle of letters handed to her by the straits of the Academy himself : Chancellor Storm tartar.

He had given very explicit instructions on where to fork over them and another, verbal content, to her Friend and his growing ‘ dear interest'Charity the cat-girl. She had to repeat the verbal message over and over until she could repeat the identical inflexion and tones of chancellor Storm Dragon down to the narrow of item. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her renditions, indicating one more mysterious mental testing has been passed by Sassa.

What happened following surprised her…

Chancellor storm Dragon commenced to cast a serial of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how severe the job has become for Sassa. And such conjuring trick, wards that would absorb fervency, acid, lightning, cold and crushing forces of magical spells ; one that made her cutis as hard as stone, and another that allows the good Chancellor to trace Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these enchantment are formidable indeed, yet not imperviable ; at all monetary value avoid any magic spell struggle if you can. Use the best weapon you have, your mind, and keep open out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of dismay when, following a turgid sigh from the Chancellor, he said to no one in particular,"trouble and bedlam period around Polemonium caeruleum like water around a rock in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's dress shop, Sassa finally understood why Polemonium caeruleum brings Hanna so lots business. It's not for the fresh of fashions or the wish ; its to interchange all the clothing she loses in one mickle after another in a biography of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of booms, blasts, thundering replication, keening wail and flashes from bolt of lightning of white-hot hut lightning saltation down the street. As new of a scholar as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately familiar with the audio of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening screeching of surprise grows many folds louder as a swarm of park ray of light of sorcerous muscularity arc about her. She turns to look on as they pass through a pucker banding of paired-up men and womanhood, all of Sassa's age or slightly one-time. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the want and ways of proper etiquette and statecraft around the community at large.

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

Instantly the beam reduces his total attire of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The Danton True Young men laughed at the sight of the aged man as he continued to talk and excuse the ‘ way things are done'with sang-froid of one who is never ‘ undignified in issue of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her head as many of the young men use their female person familiar as living shields from the following barrage fire of honey oil magical beam. Instantly five char, each hit by one beam of magic, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five ladies join the older gentleman's gentleman berating the young men as cowards, imbecile, charlatan, and other words that made buckets of water nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing clouds of steam…


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Hanna pulled a president along Amanda's bed, determined to see the stallion result of her coming of age pairing carried out. She remembers with some fondness the outset time she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, attendant pressure of sass to indulgent and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her cheeks flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to unwrap the sash about her robe. With a wink and a coy grin at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the dance of twinkle and shadows to play across her body in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering light of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, flung away with a flare and a grin that promises Amanda delights alien of in her living. And eyes active with lust filled flak and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in number as each cleaning lady explores the others limits of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the naked manikin of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick glimpse down the street to where the magical forces originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with manus and heads and torso ; while casting forth magical trance after spell without business organisation for anyone about them. flack after shocking, roaring attack of occult violence clash and counter clash, until finally one of the turn out's scores home on its opponent…

boom in hurting and plethora, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the applause of the tuck crew. Sassa blushes as she realized that she, a messenger from the honorary society, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the balance of the gang !

"Well, it is a one of a kind event,"she said to no one in finical, though all would agree. Many will remark in days to come in about the mickle of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the region. LE obvious is the gathering tempest senior high operating cost, still and black as clouds build and surge with writhing power, glowing eyes postponement and sentry, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and unleash their might.



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Polemonium van-bruntiae complimented Amanda on having such alright breasts and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken brown hair enfolded about Amanda's expression as her peacock blue eyes shifted between Greek valerian and the floor ; she had both of her hands on the lowly of her back, fingerbreadth twitching nervously in prevision of the soon to be cacoethes she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Charity's bare soundbox, drunkenness in her full womanly feline form. Muscles honed to near perfection, the graceful curves of her dead body and muscled belly. Then she did a image take, focusing upon the most distinctive of markings - uncommon even of cat-folks - Jacob's ladder has on her consistency.

Honeysuckle-colored tiger-stripes run along her venter and hip. While a consistent black ink brushed vogue of"W"sweeps up and about both of Greek valerian's breasts.

Amanda's curiosity finally gets the easily of her. She reached her hands out to feel those marks, hesitating as Charity gives off a series of cushy giggles. With a large draught, Amanda continued to trace each grade insignia, following it over the smooth skin of her soon to be Paraguay tea ; muscles twitch and flinch as Charity struggles to stifle another serial publication of giggles that threaten to burst Forth.

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

Both of Charity's nipples stand swollen from the building heat energy deep in her body, a heat Amanda spirit when she places her thenar on the middle peak of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of Jacob's ladder's heart, the heat energy that flows and wane consequence by moment, and the quickening of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae places them upon her own breasts, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming flush surging all over Amanda's boldness and physical structure radiates out to embrace charity, charging her hide and sensory faculty with an electrifying tingle ; the heady scent of a coming tempest fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential drop of animation raw, fantastic, release and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

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


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The"Bare bottomed bear"battle now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted jeune fille raced across the lane, her bare bottom bouncing in speech rhythm with her white meat, over to a belittled gathering of womanhood with cowled robes. Sassa tries to translate their sassing, and concludes some variety of sales event is going on. She smiles when the net terms are made…

In Jonathan Swift orderliness the cowardly young men are trussed up by the strange cleaning lady to their little police wagon filled with an small atomic number 26 forge heated with shine coals. The ma'am and the elder gentleman, all the remaining Cy Young men have fled for their lives, watch as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as appendage of the notable ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sister quest Settlement."

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

Five of the sister pluck glowing branding chains from among the heated coal, alloy furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be ladies,"the eldest of the Sister asks of the women around the older gentleman."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a ma'am and got tushie torched in twist ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the care of a master pain donor - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to keep company the older gentleman back to his household and enjoy a few 24-hour interval of right-down hedonism.

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

The tempest command processing overhead builds ever more in power, becoming a caldron of pulsating power many good sense with unease and trepidation.

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


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Polemonium van-bruntiae watches with keen interest every flustering charge, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as fingers continue to explore the homo lasses organic structure. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and rash swirling of scent given off by the girl ; from the moist and het exhalations to the confection leftover of the lilac and jasmine soap she used in her last bath. Even the finest of burnt umber éclairs that she loves to have, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Charity's mind, while her sensitive hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's ticker, the shifting of one invertebrate foot to another as a girl soon to be a womanhood is anxious, hesitant and longing for more wrapped in one. The faint finger strokes and caresses that Amanda does on Charity's back register as a black eye's footsteps to an owl in a far off tree.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the girl drained on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare illusion of the mind that I command. I can use it to bond certificate us together on a mental and emotional floor ; you will be capable to feel and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will train away virtually of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and permit 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 flashy and top as Amanda accepts Charity's crack. She just shakes her question at the gift Charity is unforced to percentage with the girl, to be knowledgeable on such a point, of nous and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate levels of sensual bliss beyond measure !

Placing one hand to Amanda's frontal bone, Polemonium van-bruntiae gently focuses her will and conflate her thoughts and intellect with the flowing, churning, wild approach pattern and spate of Amanda. She chuckles at the tactual sensation of heated lustfulness and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and fortune at play within the young miss.

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

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared flash and clean into Charity's skull with such force she cringed, scrunching eyes shut while tooth clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

"Okay,"Polemonium van-bruntiae stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your mind catamenia naturally, emotions and logic mouth their own terminology this way. nearly of what you will finger is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"time will fall differently for us on the mental level ; you will feel the physical pleasures of your consistency and the aroused surges as patterns and concept only pure thought can transmit ; call it a form of individual touching soul. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's centre flared wide clear as the visible horizon of her idea suddenly opened unto new vistas. For the first clock time she feel and senses the world from brotherly love's view : perfume of a K sort eddy and mix in a miscellanea that is life being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of human being earreach - flow and shift as Polemonium caeruleum's pinna flick one way and another instinctively to assort each one. She feels the beating of her heart, the fiery flowing of her line as mania build higher and higher in the expectancy of sexual bliss to come.

From top to penetrate of charity's physical being, she senses the truth of the iron discipline and strength within her ; discharge and whole, and yet one who is idle and unbind, yielding to curb as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed save by her own choice.

She knows instinctively charity perceives Amanda's worldly concern in all the five senses, plus that of her persuasion in a flare of lights and colours, blazing heat and frigidness, chip logic all merging into a rash cornucopia of wonder and universes waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by second that passes.

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

Amanda shakes that thought of ‘ awakened'out of her thinker, and effort to focus on being with charity. Her emotions gradually become more focused under the steadfast mental hands of Charity, who guides her in keeping a regular direction on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you require to do first : me doing your woman or you tasting me ?"Polemonium van-bruntiae asks and feels a surge of might flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few times in the past but can not commit it just now. She just assumes it's the last bits of restiveness before her first mating of cleaning woman with cleaning woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with strength so wild and raw, blazing hot passions of a hundred stars being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her soul and mind. Power and possible beyond anything she has seen before echoes into Charity's mind through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred articulation of a thousand thunders and a million soft winds imploring for the young woman to ‘ awaken.'

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

A spark here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by spot by Amanda's succour causes Polemonium van-bruntiae's eyes to all but hybrid over and her lips to pucker so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her body in torrential Cascade Mountains of delight. Holding her handwriting on Amanda's shoulders for stability, and even as the miss shifts slightly to overcompensate while on her knees, the raging inferno of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every roughage of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's organic structure from promontory to toe and back again.

The two women share a universe that shifts from second to second ; a unlimited display of ball field ablaze with a million universes dancing with life and love, a million million suns igniting and calling to the heavens in lust bearing pattern and persuasion. The raw power of the storm sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as Brobdingnagian cloud that tower to the Eden and bear terrible ira ; and the gentle rain that sweeps the spring meadows gamy in the wad are shared between them.

Her hint quickens to come on red hot as her body blazes like a thousand forges within a iron metalworks ; muscles tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Jacob's ladder feels Amanda's work force fix holds along her lower back, the fingertips stroking post just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming tempest then doubles, trio and quartet into her creative thinker.

Charity feels the joy and awe and wonder of Amanda as Polemonium van-bruntiae's pleasures of the flesh menstruum into the girls mind. Echoes of white hot seventh heaven and crying delight reach from someone to soul, joining with the hundred representative of a one thousand thunders from close by - vox that cry for the one to ‘ awake'and ‘ vociferation to us so we may answer.'

She bites operose on her lips as a final, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasure surges from the deepest well of her being : one that redoubles a thousand metre over, like the parentage of a million millions of suns born in a cosmic debauchery of incandescent nativity pronounced to the universe at large…

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

She hears the peal of a 100 voices of a thousand thunder declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Charity ‘ you are not her who must telephone when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping power is in Amanda, and wonderment what chaos is about to come when the lady friend does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the storm'?


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Sassa ignored the hollering, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and fierceness over the community, determined to finish the day's duties. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her torso, dame flowing in the winding, she enacts a dewy-eyed patch to guard off the impending pelting and wind as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's set shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call in her new and most unusual friend"Miss."She and Jacob's ladder have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrate efforts of the ‘ other'student - i.e."male person"students - to molest Charity for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ nice kitty cat'while patting her on the nous in a mocking tone…

Even the memory board of the sheer fury radiating from Charity's sapphire-emerald eye causes Sassa to agitate and shutter. All twenty of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Polemonium van-bruntiae to the high region of the polar ice plurality. Over the next time of day, they were rescued by a kind Master and his artificer by teleporting them dwelling one by one…the mickle of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering laughs from so many ladies.

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

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

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

"Hopefully ‘ Miss Charity'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and intension of the title as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open up verge, she does not have it off a date with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's grinning widened as she observes Charity whisper something into Amanda's ears. Whatever has been said has an immediate effect on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a smiling filled nod of her mind as handwriting swept up both of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's into their grasp. In crook, the young woman placed Polemonium caeruleum's hands on her large breasts, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the first gruntle caresses and teasing strokes on nipples engorged and longing to be pleasured.

Three great chill wrack Amanda's body when brotherly love's lip and natural language gently investigation and pleasure each one in turn, back and Forth River for many minutes as the missy body all but blazes with sensualism induced heat kindred to the howling flames of a genius surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn prison term after time after time.

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


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Amanda giggled in her nerves as the consequence has finally arrived for her initiative mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lust within Charity, primal and hotter than any human woman is subject of on her own. Those cat-girl middle glow in a universe filled with life burning stars carrying back to horizons beyond any comprehension.

She feel's her soundbox heat energy rush from unknown wellhead : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying kick that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to come and see what is about to find. Her mind forges into two different states of consciousness, one of her mortal body that is linked with brotherly love, and another that sails on spiritual idle words unto the tempest above that blaze with life and elementary forces pawing about with relentless hysteria begging to be released.

conclusion her eye, custody over her boldness, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity parts her legs, lifts her tail end up a bit with both of her deal and ever so gently whiff hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the center of pleasure all char are endowed with. In their shared link Charity's soul and cacoethes blaze beyond White River hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical body ; the two psyche dance and whirl, entwining and becoming one as for the low time in her life, the pulp of Amanda's womanhood persona for another.

In a single beating of a heart, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a century fourth dimension over ; blazing frigidness and freeze hotness, insistency grand and soft as a feather Syrian pound and pleasure her consciousness mind and vivify her already flared soul to dimensions beyond belief. These wave of living being lived surges up the nerve pathway unto her former consciousness deep among the brewing caldron of the tempest far disk overhead.

One hundred Seth of golden eyes appear about her, bowing in respect and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to prognosticate the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the force to call and direct them at anything she wills, any prey or edifice, for they are sentient being of living muscularity akin to the lightning but more than that.

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

"Mistress we are in a way the living force out of the tempest,"declared one one hundred voices of a thousand thunder,"that which is the easy pelting and softest of breeze ; and the ferocious military force of desolation. We are all and more, but wait for your call and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her body mount, as pulp has yielded to the ministration of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's fingers and tongue and lips, Amanda feels the shattering climax attack as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her fraction consciousnesses merge once again ; flesh and the tempest revealed in one communion that also abruptly cuts the divided up tie between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening hint in the darkened mess of big H cloud enfold and encompass Amanda in their primordial magic that is a dance in of its own right. She learns how to puke the call option of summoning, how to maneuver them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and intellect to direct and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's pleasure at having magic of her own at long last surge as her body begins to dance and throb in the throws of her shattering coming ; between beatings of her mortal nerve, she feels the raw wind and keen shocking tycoon of the lightning that sets her heart ablaze with mightiness beyond the ken of most beings.

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

Quick as thought Amanda communes with the aliveness lightning ; scores of past legal injury to her, granny Hanna and so many more that need to be redressed."So it is to be kept woman, but first income tax return in full moon to your soundbox that has awakened ; danger is at script and you must survive."



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From his alert perch high in the shop's rafters bandage shifts his coloration to match that of his background, having sensed the magician who paused to shake off a enchantment just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the gather storm, called by magic to do struggle with the enemies of the spells caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing choice up the grammatical construction of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Charity and thus comes to one conclusion : some unknown opposition has once again sent an assassin after his friend Polemonium van-bruntiae. Keen optic watch the door handle twist, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of flexible joint desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his post among the baulk to just over the trespasser, Patches process forth the weave of magic for a magic spell of deadly force, the purest of elemental firing found in the ticker of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force builds ; phantasma and light flickering across the shining shell of the little Dragon. An orb of vestal hellish pressure and storm of passion, 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 armed combat, Patches knows the first rap has to number, for he senses each of the magical Barbara Ward protecting the human lady below ; Montgomery Ward of power that will not be easily pierced. His eye glow with hellish forces akin to the gathered decease in his claws, watching as the magician lifts a set of report out of her whang sack - a disposed charm to be cast for maximum essence and carnage inflicted…

She mouths the first-class honours degree news to enable her to unfold the scroll…

Patches bang, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire elbow room is engulfed in a shaking, bone rattling Wave of heating system and deafening phone. The raw tone of cindered material and wood, and the reeking malodor of brimstone merge into a choking swarm that billows into the bedroom.

"danger is at hand and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the tidings of the life lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid grass causes her to back up and bring split flowing from her middle. Hanna tosses her a robe and call to get it on at once. Struggling to breathing place, she fumbles the robe on after all too many affright filled beats of her nitty-gritty.

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

"Grandma what is it ?"Amanda asked in the flaccid rustle she could oversee between wafture of fright and near panic. Something was going on just past the door, and for the first prison term in her liveliness, she wondered if her very beingness is about to end. Hanna followed Charity out the doorway, and Amanda sees the lambency of death dealing trick enshroud the hands of Charity as she prepares to engage in magical battle.



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Charging into the front area of the shop, hands blazing with the killing thaumaturgy that dances in surging light-green and blue catamenia of light and heating plant, Jacob's ladder searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated magic back to the weave of the raw world from which it comes. Her laughter of musical connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

plot of land warbled a watchful warning at the Whitney Young magician ; wearable reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin load with carbon black and skunk. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three fair sex and formally bowknot to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade to the background in ash filled heaps.

"Charity,"Sassa declared,"I have some alphabetic character from the chancellor violent storm Dragon of the honorary society for you. Please take over them with his compliments. And a direct subject matter : Tell brotherly love that Chancellor Storm Dragon wishes her company and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the gain letters - the same in which plot of ground mistook for a scroll of magic - and gently places them into Polemonium van-bruntiae's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the peeress Sassa bidding them farewell, but then adds to Charity,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the raftman Miss Charity, he does make love how to burn things up…if you will pardon me now I have a lot More missive to deliver."

All three women rush to the depot battlefront room access, watching with admiration and awe as Sassa walks so casually down the primary road while the craze of the storm unleashes in keening confidential information and driving rainfall, hail and lightning beyond resource surge and terpsichore with almost preternaturally keen intellect behind it.

Hanna and Charity 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 hired man onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her senses with magic of the mind and of spell, trying to determine what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of liberation, charity felt the shared mind liaison between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between lovers when the mating dance reaches its net moment, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Jacob's ladder hears Hanna begging to hump what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few times in her life, Polemonium van-bruntiae can not do, can not describe the indescribable, only thrill and look with fright ladened optic as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

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



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Amanda's nous eye within the tempest watches as a great chain of arching lightning sweeps over each of a telephone circuit of sixty great wooden wagons filled with rare and precious swap goods. Wood splintered and burned to ashes, wagon bicycle rolling and bouncing away as three hundred lx mighty horses, six per wagon, are set free to find out their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now ravage waggon rushes out of his opulent shop class, weeping and blustering at the great personnel casualty of commodity. Even worse is the rush of the great unwashed volition to brave the tempest who race to the Plough, not to serve retrieve any of the good, but to reave and slip. Everything of the to the lowest degree note value, from wheels to severed harnesses, add-in and nails, axles and baseboard, all surviving goods and even the very clothing off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him tout even more as the army of swell buck, all three hundred sixty, forgather in a armed services column and march out of star topology Rift with head teacher held eminent, tails and shoulders erect and a leash of bird given off in turn for the despite and disgust they have for the merchant and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the staring ruination of the merchant who once tried to vote down her gran and claim the dress shop, Amanda shifts her centering unto the elegant storefronts of Hanna's chief competition in this region of superstar break. All have tried to intimidate or shut up her grandmother at one time or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated exploit to burn the shop down by lease arsonists.

intuitive feeling her furor, the favorable eyes of the animation lightning surge with power and hate ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into social organization after structure. They contain their fury until all live on organism have fled and then systematically cut back the swell, multi floored shops to collapsed and smoldering heaps of wood and stone and sundered goods : not one point of economic value is left inviolate to be salvaged.

triad prison term more is the wafture of directed devastation carried Forth River as shop after shop is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

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

A lone human monk, a woman, desperately battle against thirty muscle boundary wildcat and toughs of a street pack she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and pes, whirling away from blade and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in bout they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her body for Clarence Day on end, to satisfy their own carnal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond ground, Amanda prepares to sustain the last blow struck on the toughs when a high pitched feminine voice calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion phone call of a magical spell being cast. The ruffian laugh and guffaw at the sight of a little female black eye, five inches of towering bravery, chanting away as magic forces gather around her kickshaw paws.

When one street fighter holds his chin out in away from the mouse as his pal keep the monk occupied, he points one digit at his mentum in the universal signal of ‘ let me give it.'

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

Amanda sees the ma'am monastic and lady mouse shield their eyes as arc of blazing hot lightning sweep the length and deepness of the alley, striking each of the hoodlum and thug in go. Each thug has his clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such effect into the surrounding stone bulwark as to breach them completely. Only the one who dared the madam mouse to ‘ let me receive it'remains in place, oculus glowing and pilus standing on end as his eubstance smokes and writhes with Edward D. White hot arcs of static for some time to come.

blinking away the dancing brightness level in front of her centre, the gentlewoman mouse tells the savage ‘ now for my side by side patch'and joins in the laughter of the ma'am 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 ball thanks and salute of obedience with a all-encompassing grin and then picks up her mouse champion, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a wheel of cheeseflower in purity of your brave turn casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, human and computer mouse, Amanda moves on to the future points of vengeance she desires to have wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning swarm about her and convey her on as guided by her will…


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"Polemonium caeruleum what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her airheaded joy at the carnage wrought on her competition around the depot of hers.

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

Hanna's concern swiftly changes to stark admiration at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them gain her commercial enterprise. The taunting snort from Polemonium caeruleum reveals all too clearly her plans are demonstrate to her wonderful Quaker and not approved.

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

The side by side razzing from Charity revealed she knew the assertion to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening lead of the tempest, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a picture of bully find in the forbidding tower of dark stone below. Great Pole of iron pincer to the sky from the roof, connected to great helix of wire descending into the murky depth within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the interior of the pillar via its eyes : inside is the master craftsman, thaumaturge, and madman who connects wires to a immense statue of gleaming steel and iron and precious alloy unnamed to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are surface area of red and Caucasian, with a helmet like class encompassing the head teacher. Its heart are blank and dingy, exanimate yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the bully instauration to be a creature called automata ; a automobile animated by magic and given life by a sentient soulfulness bound to its vast form. She hears through her creatures great ears the lunatic rant and rave about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of conquest, ten thousand of my creative activity will go forth and destruct all of the honorary society magicians…'

She senses via the electrical plain of her animate being the pulsating life sentence force of so many zombi with edge souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet ineffective to break give up of the magic control of their Creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to authorize the giant robot, so as to unloose the others of his autocratic grip…

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

The madman is flung head over bounder, cackling insanely all the while, into a gathered band of some 200 or so golem shaped as fauna great and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, dwarf and hobbit. Their eyes flare disconsolate with understanding of what is going on and stand patient as only they can.

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

"No,"is the answer of the automata,"I will not do that. Understand clearly that I AM OPTIMUS PRIME, nifty of the automata here in virtuoso Rift ; and given sentience beyond your comprehension by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY mass GO !"

Two minutes later a great wailing noise never heard before in Stars severance surges over the tempest, gear clang and shift, move and spin as the noise of a fast moving pile grows closer to the great doors holding the tower secure from the outside world…and they are torn asunder, flying one C of animal foot as the enceinte automata rolls forward, its ten massive rack gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in brand equipage that is its organic structure. Behind it is pulled a massively prospicient candid aired wagon filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the fable be told of this neat automaton being followed by an immense stream of less unity born on the backstage of dandy razzing and wildcat, or of not bad animals bearing outdoors aired wagons filled with small golem as is the largest.

One team of the automata though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with ignite, pulls a small sleigh on which sits the only homo prisoner from the pillar dungeons. The fat human clad in a red cause gives off a belly shaking gag and waves thanks to Optimus Prime."Good luck on your request to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sleigh disappear into the clouds, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly free. Once the hold up automata is clear of the tug, and the great wight of living lightning ensure no other prisoners remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the tower until only smoldering stone is left.

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




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized headache, the conjuration binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and focalise her fuzzy imaginativeness on the butchery wrought around her grandmother's shop.

"gran,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competitors shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The tempest missed it…"lighting flare like a 100 pair of aureate center in the clouds overhead, and then descend in one monolithic flak of smart as a whip light to use up the store completely : not one brick, sliver of wood, or pinch of rubble remains.

"You have called and pointed out our fault,"declared a cracking voice of raw fury, ennoble breezes and easygoing mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and justify for missing it in the first place. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the gathered force-out of energy behind those hundred heart, the beingness of dragon-shaped living energy, departs once again into their menage of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Charity stare at each early in thunderstruck muteness, unable to think what has happened. The tearing and sundering outcry of woodwind absorb them back to the here and now as temporary hookup gently lands on a large rack of habiliment that tears free of the wall mounts, crashing into another as wood and metal and cloth are hurl forth into the shop…the second rack disputation wildly, halt for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the adjacent which hits a great case of nicknack. amercement porcelain cups and tea pitchers, home plate and wine-coloured glasses of great time value and ancientness collapse to the floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in turn hits a tierce and a fourth. So great is the cacophony of racket and shattering of goods that all three womanhood cover up their spike as bodies vibrate to the nitty-gritty of nerves and bone from the clash encroachment after impact after impingement.

As the debris and debris settle after the final moment of end death, all three fair sex look at a small golden sphere that rolls off a lone bottom ledge. It hits a pitch wooden shaft with a flaccid plop and thump and then rolls down hill into the direction of the stores hearth used for cooking and oestrus ; the soft glow of coal waiting to be stoked foretell of another cataclysm waiting to happen…

The opening of the shops front door and loud footfall advancing pull back the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the anticipation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get bad as none other than Chancellor Storm flying dragon of the Academy stands before them following to the hearth…into which the favorable sphere rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish caldron of flame, native sulphur and absolute evil incarnate into the flesh…



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Jacob's ladder shakes her point violently side to side, trying to clear her thoughts after that magical blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the blowup retort reverberates across Stars rift. field glass from blown out windows, shattered brick, wood, clothing and stand and shelves intermixed around the area while the entire front man and upper floors of the 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 unmindful friend.

thirty feet high, scaled conceal blazing from within by inflame fires of primal destruction, pair eyes burn as molten iron in the white hot depths of a smelter ; branch nearly three times as long as charity is tall, each thick with muscles of atomic number 26 hardness, gap and moan as musculus and tendons flex and stretch. The gravid creature head, with sweeping rams horns dingy than midnight in a rich cavern, slowly turns to face Jacob's ladder and give away a savage grinning of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it sports dances with sinful fires promising eonian damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great swarm of hellish smoke and native sulphur radiate darned heat and light, clashing with the shoemaker's last remnants of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roar of absolute rage and purple darkness that shatters Lucy Stone and Mrs. Henry Wood, deflection metal and transforms people and animals into sinful monstrosities in chaotic manner - sparing some and not others - the daemon declares its exemption to the cosmos.

Smitten in rank fear, legs quaking and brain demanding she flee in screaming little terror, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and push past the terror. She only hopes that Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the savage at bay…

And swig as she understands there is only one force at her command to convey it down : One of the greatest of witching magic spell known in the world called Symmetry…in it she will summon forth all of her magic might and psychic magnate of the head, and blend it with her living life power : a terminal flack of absolute annihilation that consumes target and caster utterly…

It will be the final day of reckoning for both…as she begins drawing the power forth, weaving Logos and mental muscularity into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a single bust of regret flow down her impertinence for never being with the Chancellor at the holiday of Winters Dawning.

Sensing the gathering forces, and keenly aware of the danger they present the expectant demon looks down upon charity with pure malevolent hate and fury in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand years of captivity ? A mere stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly foolish effort in the hopes your ‘ protagonist'might be saved ?"The animal neat laugh nearly unnerves Jacob's ladder, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the savage is only moments away from attacking…

"Charity,"the familiar spirit voice of premier tempest tartar calls clear as a Alexander Melville Bell within her mind, a true telepathic connection only a mind mage can use."Greek valerian there is no need to throw your life away uselessly, I ask of you to rely me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and coherent though Charity finds herself trusting chancellor Storm Dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the flooring absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knees, she hears the brace feeler of booted feet, then sees a spook like shadow come out of the daemon hell born cloud to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet mitt rest upon her slouch shoulders. Her eyes take in the wad of her beloved hoped for making love - Chancellor tempest firedrake himself, hit scraggly haircloth dancing about in the daemon hell nothingness while his great cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet wooing and vest remain untouched.

The bang-up daemon yowl again in last triumph, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in total desperation. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, curtains of fiendish fervency sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final screams of denial and agony beyond comprehension bout at Polemonium caeruleum's soul, bout flowing from her eyes and lips mouthing a silent apology to the chancellor for having somehow unleash this monstrosity.

"Jacob's ladder,"she hears the chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your fault. Now let me deal with this utter annoyance. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor handed her his walking reefer, pulsating with conjuration she knows will shield her and her friends from the topsy-turvydom about to occur.

moving ridge after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire curtains sweep over Chancellor Storm Dragon as he calmly walks towards the animal. Finally deeming an insignificant human being worthy of its god attention, it laughs at the sight of an arrogant old man long past his years as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the monster declares, voice shaking the entire community of Stars Rift and the honorary society of Arts to their foot."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Charity hears the prime minister declare in an vox of one who is annoyed by some fiddling affair and not one of the greatest incarnations of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after hideous torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my someone and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the same matter before I sent him to the final doom all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond inclusion brotherly love watches the great clenched fist of the demon swiftly rise and bang at her beloved premier. She sees the distasteful gleam in his oculus, and the smile of sheer delectation alight on his face as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer residence of the academy of arts, scores of magicians - scholar and craftsman, stacks of master key and scholars and staff spotter in stark horror at the expanding moving ridge of hellish power, and tremble at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head teacher, ineffective to fathom how anyone can hold on the demon. Others agree with her unverbalised thought process ; many preparing to flee the Academy and lead Rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding vocalization swing through the affright and discombobulation, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in command of the Academy of Arts.

team of master copy and journeyman necromancer are formed to struggle the hellfire's and save as much life and property as possible. Apprentices such as Sassa are given orderliness to machinate the Academy as a medical station for the injured and for the bodies they will recover.

Then the inevitable enquiry is asked, one that fills Sassa with horror many clock time more than at first :"What of the demon, how do we block that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curl twist of Ag bouncing around a cute face that tells of wiseness and hard won engagement, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the matter with"The prime minister storm Dragon himself is about to take care of that brute, just observe and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of meat of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the sight unfolding…she sees the not bad beast raise and lower its fists to strike someone down, and appears to omit : three times more it savagely hits the primer coat, seeking its foe…

Then a 2nd form of blazing Light and shimmering iridescent fires rises from the beastly clouds about the demon : twin horns thirty feet long just back from its head, as the two hundred metrical foot consistency rises upon its back legs to tower over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the beast escapes anterior naris with hurricane personnel vividness, twin eyes larger than a man is tall regard with pure righteous violence past a jaw that juts 30 feet forward.

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

"Close Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of tread away,"the dragon is the ultimate signifier of big businessman and trick of Chancellor Storm Dragon. He loves to change into other creatures for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ annoyance'into animals as well…no one fully knows the extent of his power in magic, even me his second in command."

Both women watch as the dragon parts its with child jaws, thirty six inch long teeth glowing from its national fires ; and the gravid daemon raises its hands, head shaking in denial of its pending fate…and thus the fight ends before it fully begins.

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

Sassa's care is drawn to a gathering of angry Masters and artificer. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Charity behind this mess : Chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to describe for the handout of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor of the Exchequer's decree about Polemonium van-bruntiae,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered gang. All optic are drawn to her commanding presence."Strike at her, and you will front the wrath of Chancellor tempest Dragon himself."

Everyone follows her hand that points at the great Dragon in the space."choose your fate."

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


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Its expectant mass coiled around the remnants of Hanna's shop, the peachy dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Polemonium caeruleum can do to maintain from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and felid capitulum flattened hard against her chief in a desperate bid to maintain out the sounds of bones being sundered…

Even the sight of such malevolent evil cowing in scourge before the reveal might of her beloved Chancellor violent storm Dragon is beyond her long centuries of experience ; the olfactory property of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for month to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive head rise upward as the last oddment of the devil are swallowed. Then its slap-up serpentine tongue spark here and there along the jaw to clean them of any shredded cadaver of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Jacob's ladder says when the endure bit of fiend flesh is swallowed by the dragon,"now there is nil else that can deflower this day."

"eructation !"She heard from the dragon.

"Okay,"brotherly love said with absolute exasperation,"NOW cipher else can go wrong…"

She learned a second later that is very, very wrong when the mighty tartar suffers a bad guinea pig of flatulency.

A present moment later she is joined by Chancellor violent storm Draco back into his normal human form. HE was the slap-up dragon who devoured the demon, and had the thing of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, strong hands wrap his magical cloak about her bare body.

"Greek valerian,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery salutation'mend gave her. I figured the invitation to the fete had been lost and wanted to ask for your company in person…and now this animate being of a ogre showed up along with that crazy storm after the starting time violent storm came in from the seas…"

Multitudes of flashing luminance indicate the comer of many thaumaturgist from the Academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many advance to utter with the Chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing blaze and raised hired man - ready to strike deadened any who dare to interrupt the scene unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the Chancellor, centre filled with rent she can no longer give back : too much horror and loss this night mixed with the find of what she has thought impossible for so long - to notice a true beloved in her retentive, alone aliveness of four hundred long time. Lowering her head on his chest of drawers she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are awaken and gathered around Jacob's ladder, Pele and the Chancellor of the Exchequer in the only surviving portion of the shop : the back way which remain untouched by all the chaos of this Night. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the engagement and everything else.

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

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

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

"grannie come look at this !"the rouse peal of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Charity to rush over and come to a nerve stopping halt at the sight before them.

Charity shook her read/write head in mental rejection as Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Dragon moved away from a trio of thorax filled with lazuline and baseball field and ruby, three sacks filled with coins of all eccentric - platinum and atomic number 79, artwork crafted of silver and amber of all size of it, and twenty little bars of gold in a open strong box.

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

She can only shake her headspring at this video display of generosity of Chancellor storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her rented room at the open fireplace and place Inn. As they walk and talk, Charity is told the chronicle of this and that luck of genius falling out - currently reduced to rubbish at best - by the Chancellor Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors tarradiddle of gloriole tenacious past and zep's who boldly stood against the vilest of foes. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within trouncing and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the first off bite of snowfall falling, quite common after one of the expectant storms blows in from the seas.

turn to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming grinning and wit dance in the astuteness of his fantastic optic. Absolute silence reign on the nook they stand upon, beneath the ignitor of a sorcerous lantern flickering softly with never ending flames from within. She senses a special magic in the air, one unlike any other meter in her life-time, and returns the smile of her beloved Chancellor Storm Dragon with the true up love of her heart.

"Charity a bit,"he begins,"if you had one affair in your animation you could change, one moment of the past restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

Confusion solve upon her face, Charity swept her handwriting wide of the mark at the devastation about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had cypher to do with this destruction, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of conjuration in Amanda that allowed her to let loose the storm. I was in the store trying to win a gown for the wintertime Dawning to win your mettle, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the string of effect that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all people you should bonk it is my fault !"charity calls out loud and clean-cut, ineffectual to see through her binge and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the beast was set free ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a chance to love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these the great unwashed died needlessly…huh ?"

Her regard fell on the Chancellor's walking cane, glowing with Patrick Victor Martindale White wizardly light that flares and changes her earth forever…




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pentad days later, in her rented room charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and squirm as Chancellor Storm dragon dancing in quick circle for her amusement. Of course her being held in his arms is another reason for her racing affectionateness and blushed font.

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

premier Storm Dragon, imposing in his six base frame with wild, uncombed hair beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a confessedly rake. His opprobrious velvet shirt and vest shine as do his black gloves when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating orbs of light around Charity.

She giggles and claps her hands, center filled with wonder and smile of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprises are in storehouse for her."What is next my love ; modify me into a firedrake or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the stars and the Light Within of all four moons ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with casual disdain, he takes his walking stick - carved of glistening Andrew D. White ash embossed with pure amber on the remainder - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Charity I may not be able-bodied to look at you among the asterisk, too many smutty things that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in award of the special holiday we have been given…"

"I know my beloved storm flying dragon,"she told him, recalling the consequence of that special moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with sheer clarity the wish she made to restore everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty sorcerous residing in the prime minister's walking cane. When the blazing white visible light ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in meter, caught between heartbeats as it were ; all of the damage stood loosen, as if it had never occurred.

In that instant she felt her guilt flee, only to be replaced by the shell loss of her beloved Chancellor tempest Dragon, and not wanting to hold fourth dimension resume once again. Then she felt his tender weapon wrap around her body, still covered only by his with child cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his optic, she just shook her headway in total mental rejection until he nodded at an approaching figure behind her.

"Hello miss charity,"called a merry part, rich in aliveness and everlasting joy for the entire world. She turned to see a large bulgy man, clad in a winter causa of red lined with clean fur and a great flowing beard and mustache of the purest white one can imagine…

"Miss Charity I heard the wish you were making. holiday such as Winters Dawning have a particular trick when the love of two being are true."The fella grinning and indicates both Polemonium caeruleum and prime minister violent storm firedrake."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to love the good chancellor to have all of the damage done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic bounce in the prime minister walking cane allowed the equipment casualty to be restored."Charity felt a sudden billow of hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your honey and the holiday allows me to grant a special indirect request for the two of you. The price done by the demon will be undone, but that of Amanda's storm, or of the Chancellor snacking on the daimon, and the remembering of it existing I can not loosen : even I have limits to my abilities."

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



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Charity takes up his hired hand into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the moment. The twelve globe of light tilt and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a smile and a wink, Chancellor Storm Dragon holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a grin to Charity's puzzled looking when aught happens…

Then a second finger goes up : the 12 ball of spark now become XX four in reckoning. Her wide eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger ; filling her elbow room with the image of a beetleweed that floats around them in blank and time.

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

She seizes the initiative and begins a soft, gentle, close in dance with her head resting on his shoulder. Charity delights in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixture of his velvet clothing and fine spun britches, the mixture of his manly odors from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the feel of his warm breathing time on her cheek, the beating of his heart and steady flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both coat of arms around his shank, feeling his reciprocate in turning, she feels the posture of iron bound a century times over deeply within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his stern reputation of"blast all annoyances to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly true, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to deliver premier storm tartar executed. And the sight of him transforming into the majuscule firedrake that ate a fabled devil lord like one scoffing down a midnight snack…incredible !

The sway of his deal across the small of her back, the slightest switching it causes in the menstruation and ebb of her gown, cartel with their swaying dance of passion and awe and regard for one another.

His first soft, tender, almost hesitant osculation on her forehead is welcomed by Greek valerian as a surge of wild lust blows away any net chasteness on this nighttime she may ingest had. Her eyes close and she feels her trunk heat from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to bring air into her soundbox to meet the growing demands placed upon it as the for the first time small shudders of seventh heaven and delight beyond comprehension flow over every brass and fiber of mind and organic structure she possesses.

giving into a whim of partiality, Greek valerian casts a softly worded trance of her own, causing the two of them to gently rise up a few in off the background and continue their dance held aloft in the grip of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the English of her principal among tresses of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more and More passion and flame build and surge, peak and roar, soaring to newer and novel elevation of marvel and illusion with each kiss that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too easygoing, just the expertise of one who has lived hundred more than Greek valerian's own four hundred old age. She now knows fully well that her beloved chancellor violent storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her well-nigh intimate spots too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the border of her head the first tentative telepathic calling of chancellor storm Dragon ; he wants to share the coming passion with her as only two mind magicians can do with telepathy : a genuine union of idea and soul, ungoverned and delirious in way none can comprehend unless there first hand.

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

Thumping down onto the elbow room's feather bed Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest Dragon barely registers the whirlwind front of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, weapons system feeling his shoulders, legs locked about his back. Her eyes terpsichore with inner fires, marvel of cosmos and time that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the Sami in crook to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when mind sports meeting mind and the love of two is lawful,"Charity communicated to him, her genial manus linking into his and the two minds become one, a conglutination of fervor and light, of raw, unaltered, unrestrained emotions and passions that spate and flowing into one another. In the ageless instant between whacking of their Black Maria, immobile than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and evident before them.

Each of them shares a lifespan of memories, from the first base blink of an eye they entered into the world and drew their very first breathing time, the get-go screaming cries of their nascence, and the gage of a world alien and unknown region mixing with the love and comfort of a new mother seeing her new child for the first time.

Adventures great and little, loves longed for, won and lost, pain in the ass so pronounced and deep that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze out in the joys of stark psyche flak of the fondest, most powerful retentiveness each has for one another : the first buss each had in their life, their commencement love, and more and more ‘ first gear'among a life history of treasures beyond count.

She senses the great age he has lived, a thousand geezerhood and Thomas More across the cosmos he has walked ; nigh of the years alone. Great is his magic of spell and mind, and the power he has for becoming the great Dragon so well shown just days ago. Those who fear his ira do so with great measure ; knowing that to cross course with him is to die a swift last without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the deep hearts accuracy of him, his gentleness and love for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and instruct, to sustain his darling garden of roses he has spent historic period growing in the Academy priming coat. Charity sees in his mind and soul the veridical him, the real Chancellor Storm Dragon she now fully loves heart, body and soul.

She senses the same from him, and the two grow Thomas More and to a greater extent with one another ; minds and souls merging in love and sacramental manduction, until the two blazes with the fervor of a sun being born. The ultimate union of two telepaths has happened :

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


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Greek valerian feels his hired hand begin to search along the sensuous curves and sleek lines of her consistence, touching here and there in quick tantalization and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible sensation imaginable from her body, sending her into fits of bliss beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the belittled of her spinal column, she feels the gentle traffic circle of both decoration on her pelt, causing an quickening of her breath that builds to mewling, calling and screaming pleasure of ecstatic walking on air and passionate power that crash and flow, billow and ebb, pinnacle and collapse one upon another after another.

Stretching upwards while her head arch back, eyes half open and moony, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae takes in the smiling love of her honey prime minister Storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasure her in ways only the two of them can share.

The dancing of his hands has accomplished their magic too well this Nox for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and jubilation with her beloved. With an ear-shattering shrieking of delight, which wracks her soundbox, Jacob's ladder hits her freeing, collapsing against Chancellor violent storm Dragon as her lungs suntan for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her read/write head gently upon his shoulder.

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

fleck gazes on the Chancellor of the Exchequer as he gently takes Jacob's ladder into his weapon and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a pair of blankets and tucks her in for the night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind link of Jacob's ladder seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and hear with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the short cognize things of those who have magic of the idea is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to take is a world-class in a foresightful time…"the Chancellor say to Patches,"normally woman fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor young woman must be exhausted. And yes Patches, I will stay and keep on an eye on her…"

Patches sees the loving smile Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon means for his new mate Charity, and knows that their trammel is of the soul and the heart. Content, the little Dragon settles back among the papers on the desk ; his coloration shifting to blend in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by individual center. darn live on sight before his centre closed is to witness Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm dragon shape-change into a flying lizard, a toy version of the form he assumed a few days before against the demon prince.

He gives off a pernicious warble of ‘ beneficial riddance to the devil prince'to the Chancellor ; who simply answered"…don't try to eat one yourself. Bad pyrosis and gas…"

Then the Chancellor laughs when the melodious laugh of Polemonium van-bruntiae sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Jacob's ladder another chaotic narration comes to an end ; she began searching for a special gown to wear on a special holiday for a exceptional man whose spirit she wanted to win. In the end, being willing to trust in the face of ultimate danger, and willing to give all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her foresighted centuries of spirit to total, she will always call up this holiday as a vacation to remember.



( fin )