Morgan Polite Woolf
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Somewhere hidden on the slopes of a sacred mountain lives this mountain wizard. A friend to wasps and snakes, conversing with the gamble oaks and alder trees hidden amidst the conifers, I find my mind lost in stories of a different home.
Stories (2)
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"One Day..."
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Time had worked its patient magic, and their presence was now familiar, but all ached for the day they could return to their home in the far east. Even after generations, the villages around the Valley carry a fog of uneasiness towards the Valley.
By Morgan Polite Woolf4 years ago in Fiction
Tamohetye
Oft in prose are warnings written, though all know Tamohetye was a place of no return for the mourning god, Morokai, kept ever watchful to guard the broken doorway. Those who tried were lost, their fates assumed to have been in the hands of that restless numen. Little wonder there were still those who dared for the sake of fame or fortune.
By Morgan Polite Woolf4 years ago in Fiction
