Standing on top of the old ruined church is a being cursed with desire. Hunger so great, that it cannot be satisfied no matter what.
It cannot remember when this wretched existence started because there was no life before this one. Doomed to steal from others what is most precious to them.
Fighting the urge is useless, in fact it only hurts more. It gave up all hope. Until death, this criminal life is its destiny. All those stolen objects now mock it. It is not a hoarded loot but a painful reminder of what it truly is, a feral creature unable to think or act for it self.
There is no moments rest for this pitiful creature because its eyes have already spotted something new, bright and shiny.
Desire is too strong. Poor litle crow, to crime it goes again.
