The tall hooded figure and his birds hid in the forest until the loud noises died down. The random cry, the moans were met with gleeful croaks. When the field fell silent, the black-clad lord smiled at a job well done and motioned his minions to come forward: 'Bon Apetit!'
Story written for the #fiftywords challenge hosted by @jayna. This week's prompt was: "Field". Check out her blog.
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