He stands in his tower severely tall and thin, rib cage jutting through his skin. Long hook like nose and beady black eyes. He humms a low sound and spreads his arms wide. Summoning the crows and ravens to his side. They come is flocks their shrill cry heard from far away. Scouting for people to become their master prey.
His staff glows in the moon light. Below in the dungeon victims are chained to the wall for some the transformation is full. Others cower in corners, some thrash on the ground. The crow king is coming they caw excitedly. He enters the dungeon the torches light his way he commands' "come to your king my lovelies" and strokes their raven wings.
He perches on his throne and watches through the Crystal ball on his staff. The crows assend to his tower, young girl in their claws. He tilts his head for a closer look. His interest peeked. This may be the one he seeks. He intently watches and speaks in a low scratchy voice, "rejoice my lovelies behold your queen". The loud call of the crows heard from miles around, at last the crow queen has been found.

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