© The wolves rushed the meal left hurriedly by the maiden, Their excited whines rhymed, as they lapped up the meal left by the heathen. An unsuspecting onlooker might suspect foul play in this scene As quietly it appeared as if the maiden had been fooled by a fiend. Suddenly strange sounds came from far deep in the forest. Orchestrated by a gust of wind so powerful it shook the hare’s nest. The wolves ears pricked up, sudden panic gripping their pack. The remains of their meal forgotten they hurriedly ran away from this path. Something dark…………..something pungent. Something powerful….. something Gruesome. Its footsteps hidden, its form unseen, materialized from behind its Lair. Evil had been called out to haunt the night. The crickets heralded its arrival, their sudden outburst of singing breaking the tranquility of the night. A large black sea of Birds convened on the tree tops in the compound. Their sheer numbers blackening the moon lit sk
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