The Soul Healer (Gone Batty Contest #9 subm.) by SciFiLover2, literature
Literature
The Soul Healer (Gone Batty Contest #9 subm.)
The two bats, one larger than the other, flew through the colourful jungle, as alive at night as in the day as insects flew and chirped among the foliage below the starlit sky. “I thought the vampire bats flew away after you tried sacrificing them,” Melody murmured, the hazel-eyed female silverwing giving a wary glance at her larger companion. “The bloodwings still believe rightly that I am Zotz’s vessel, senorita,” Goth replied, the red-haired vampyrum casting a glance with his bright-green eyes back at her. He added in a slightly darker undertone with his silky voice, “They would not dare turn away a god who wanted to see this new priest of theirs at work.” “Why do you care so much?” Melody asked, quirking an eyebrow. Goth had lost interest in her magic amulet as soon as it had turned out he couldn’t use its powers for his own end, and she doubted he was interested in the bloodwings' cultural differences. “If their priest can really talk to the dead but the dead won’t be involved
The Soul Healer (Gone Batty Contest #9 subm.) by SciFiLover2, literature
Literature
The Soul Healer (Gone Batty Contest #9 subm.)
The two bats, one larger than the other, flew through the colourful jungle, as alive at night as in the day as insects flew and chirped among the foliage below the starlit sky. “I thought the vampire bats flew away after you tried sacrificing them,” Melody murmured, the hazel-eyed female silverwing giving a wary glance at her larger companion. “The bloodwings still believe rightly that I am Zotz’s vessel, senorita,” Goth replied, the red-haired vampyrum casting a glance with his bright-green eyes back at her. He added in a slightly darker undertone with his silky voice, “They would not dare turn away a god who wanted to see this new priest of theirs at work.” “Why do you care so much?” Melody asked, quirking an eyebrow. Goth had lost interest in her magic amulet as soon as it had turned out he couldn’t use its powers for his own end, and she doubted he was interested in the bloodwings' cultural differences. “If their priest can really talk to the dead but the dead won’t be involved
Part of the worldbuilding of my new Hobbit/Storm Hawks crossover fanfiction 'The Storm Hawk and the Dragon: The Daynight', I'm writing up mythology on the world of Ionos (a.k.a. the Far Side of Atmos) featured in the story, with a new entry under the below categories roughly every three weeks when a new chapter is published. DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Storm Hawks' or Middle-Earth, nor do I own the 'Storm Hawks' screenshots used below. Terras: Emerald Valley – A region of jagged crags dominated by a metal power beneath a green sky, which is where all Cyclonian doors to the Far Side connected to during the original colonisation era. A location of historical and tactical significance, the Emerald Valley’s air is extremely high in potent energy-levels even by Ionos standards, and it is littered with old and ancient technology from the colonisation era and other bygone eras of Ionos’ history. *-WE WILL DEVOUR IT-* Nazowanas – A tourist trap town set up on the border of Bakarech Owai
Magic Week, Day 2:
The magical power I want is... Well, it depends on whether I'm (A) just living my life or (B) in life-or-death situations.
If it's (A); weather manipulation, so I can escape from hot weather whenever I want and so I can make it