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Her release is instant and loud, echoing throughout the jungles in a cacophony of sounds. The smile on her face is worth more to him than a dragon’s hoard of gold and gems.
Quickly she motions to him to move atop of her, clearly desiring the consummation of the relationship once and for all time. Save for the problem arising of a sudden cramping in his muscles, not a Charlie horse or such, but in his manhood – stimulated for far too long now it gets revenge.
Calmly as he can, trying to work the kinks out without success, he looks sadly at Charity.
"I am afraid there is – shall we say, ‘a bit of a complication has come about.’ "
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Cuddling up once again that evening by the fire, blankets and robes fighting off the chill they talk about their lives, dangers faced and challenges won. Even the failure on his bodies’ part to consummate their union once again brings no shame or condemnation from her – just acceptance and understanding that it will happen in the fullness of time.
Inevitably thought the talk returns to the latest of events happening that involve the Academy. Specifically the one who seeks revenge on the BOTH of them for reasons unknown; no matter how much they speculate nothing is clear, save that the mages of the academy are targeted and chaos is running rampant even by the standards of Stars Rift.
"Personally I say it has to be Master Fox-glove; yet that arrogant, simpering, sycophant of a weasel does not have the aptitude or brains for such a complicated plot. Especially involving this one called ‘Mystique’ who is credited with killing so many…"
Hearing the sharp gasp from her, he looks over to Charity; shock and dismay clear upon her face, shaking her head as if in denial. "What is it? Do you know of this Mystique?"
Nodding her head, she explains the story of how once she had been hunted by a band of self righteous, hypocritical and arrogant party of knights and mages. How they considered her an abomination on the world to be eliminated, due to the mixed heritage she has.
"The leader of them was a lady mage by the same name; who also loved such plots as we face now. She loved to strike at certain targets first hand, leaving a calling card with her given name upon it – at least until someone turned the tactic back upon her…hmm."
He held his peace while she was deep in thought; finally asking "What became of her?"
She just glumly answered "I sent her to the final doom – eradicated for all time. She, like most of the band was of the cat-folks."
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The young mages eyes stand wide in terror, comprehending the slow death advancing upon her while she is held fast by the ultimate mind killer – fear. No sound can escape her open mouth, or draw her eyes away from those shadowy forms approaching, a dozen in count. Nor can her ears turn away from the promises made by them to what they will first do to her in the most exacting of details; then they will get rough.
One comes forward ahead of the rest, a slim sword in hand, ready to begin the fun – he slashes for her head and she flinches down, hands and arms clenched over her skull knowing there is no escape…none…
Gack!
Gurgling sounds?
Thud?
Her ears encompass the sound of metal ringing upon metal in a rapid and escalating cycle; quickly followed by a second thud of a body hitting the ground. "What is going on…?" Daring against hope somehow things have changed she takes a quick peek with one eye. Oh what a sight she sees indeed!
A lone figure with the cowl of his hood part way back stands with twin blades, the Katana of the most elite of warriors of the Far East at the ready. At his feet lay the mortal remains of two who would attack her; their blood slowly pooling up about them.
"You killers are without honor," growls a deep and trill voice, reverberating down the alley, "so now I give you the choice, flee and live or stand and perish. And I do so hope you chose the latter option. I so enjoy nothing more than ending the lives of honorless dogs such as you."
Even as he finishes speaking three shadows erupt in movement, sword and knife swinging in a combination of high-low-high-high in strikes to catch him off guard. Two come from his left one from the right – a deadly set in which no matter what one will get to him and end this farce of a hero…almost. Faster than lightning he rolls to the ground and spins, kicking back and low with one leg…doubling over the lone attacker when the impact of his foot catches him in another version of the "Nutcracker" maneuver.
Quickly rolling to his back and spinning into a low crouch he blocks each knife thrust coming in low as the swords pass overhead. His counter move severs hamstrings above the ankle; causing them to begin falling until viper quick strikes with his blades end this part of the match, their heart and lungs skewed through and through.
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The young mage watches the rest of a savage and brief struggle by the remaining killers; move and counter move; this master warrior is in complete harmony of body and blades. Move and counter move soon ends the confrontation; his twin blades glowing briefly with a soft moonlit glow as blood and gore dissipate in wisps of steam.
In a flourish of artistic elegance he tosses both blades into the air, turns and bows to her with a rakish grin and catches each on the downward flight without even looking. He moves forward with the grace of a dancer, body flowing step by step like silk across the skin of an emperors most favored courtesan. When she sees his full features, panic ignites once again; save that he stops and stands, hands clasped together before his chest, and awaits her response.
Those feline ears are distinct, as the features of his face – so similar to one recently come to the Academy. He is too of the cat-folks as is Charity; yet of a distinctly different blood line – his features are the smoother and iron honed form of the jaguar, complete to white hair with circled camouflage spot patterns among them.
Many a minute passes in silence between the two, he just waits, not staring or showing much emotion even; just waiting for her to come to some decision. "My…my thanks…for the rescue…good sir…" She looks to see his move, another short bow in acknowledgement. Assuming she knows the next answer before the question is to be spoken, she begins to unfasten her blouse for him…
"What…do I owe you for this…?"
He waves one hand casually, "Please my lady mage, not what you think. Will you deliver a message to the Headmistress Pele for me? Only if you wish to do so, no demands will be placed…for it is my honor to come to the rescue of one as lovely as you are."
For a moment she feels her heart racing and heat building up as desire begins to build; her face is in a major set of blushing as his sheepish grin is displayed. "I will good sir…?"
"My name among humanity is given as Dancing Tiger, please tell the headmistress that of the Hidden Aces that the one called Dancing Tiger is on hand, awaiting her call. In the meantime I will commence culling some of this rift raft into the afterlife."
He turned and walks off before disappearing into the night.
(Part one of Cat Girl Charity – Transitions ends here)
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