<strong><span class="bbc_u">Akri’s Dream</span><br/><br/>Whimpers, moans, and the occasional blood curdling scream was heard in the pitch blackness before vision was granted. Akri found himself standing on a sea of entangled writhing bodies. No matter where he stepped, he would always have a body underfoot. The piercing headache blurred his vision, adding to the surreality.<br/><br/>Out of the darkness stepped a lithe body wrapped fully in large black feathered wings and spiked heels. In jerky movements, she walked toward Akri, head down and long black hair covering her face. As she walked, her wings began to unfurl, revealing her pale nude body, covered in long ribbons of blood where she had recently taken her own whip to herself.<br/><br/>Positioned directly in front of Akri, her head raised in jerky movements to reveal a tear stained face and black pupils. Her soulless eyes were filled with sorrow, which quickly changed to menace. Her head tilted to the side as she leaned in toward him.<br/><br/>“Akribos!” Turael’s voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “Another mission has been promised Vakortur. Mortals must not be allowed to live. Angnhil will be ours,” came Turael’s demand, cryptic as usual.<br/><br/>Bending down, she grabbed a male by his hair and hoisted him from the ground in her jerky movements. She turned him to face away and withdrew a dagger, quickly plunging into the male’s back. In moments she had carved a map into his back. She pointed with a long black nail, jabbing it into the man’s back.<br/><br/>“Here,” her voice creaked. “Go. And disguise yourself,” she reached up and tore the golden rings from his scar that she’d given him. Sorrow returned to her eyes and she stroked the bleeding flayed cheek.<br/><br/>“My Akribos,” Turael leaned in, whispering in his ear. She smelled overpoweringly of blood. She pushed him away as she stepped back in her jerky movements, spiked heels piercing the flesh of those below foot. She held out a cat-o-nine and Akri grasped it in hand.<br/><br/>“Laced with poison, my Love,” Turael cooed. “Let them lead you to Angnhil, then create precious suffering with it before killing them, Akribos.” Seriousness clouded her eyes. She allowed her wings to fold back around her, the dream fading as she did so. Akribos was left once again in pitch black.</strong><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.snakepitleatherworks.com/cats/ost1-thumb1.jpg)</div>