Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27600777-20170829080349/@comment-30921738-20171017004304

(who is dat deer)

Nkurle stared at akurle with her piercing, glowing red eyes. The shadows shifted every now and then, but still kept the main shape of a wolf.

Akurle knew it wasn't really Nkurle... it couldn't be. The fake Nkurle lifted her paw and the shadows in her arm floated up to form a black orb hovering above her paw. Ine one swift motion, the orb was hurling toward Akurle. She dodged just in time, and the orb exploded and faded once it hit the dirt.

"Nkurle..." Akurle whispered. She knew this wasn't the real Nkurle... but it looked so much like her, it had those same eyes, the same swift motions, the same shimmering black fur. She just couldn't completely convince herself that it wasn't Nkurle. She knew it wasn't, but it just felt like it was.

Akurle was so lost in her thought, she didn't notice the black orb soared toward her. It blasted her right in the chest, sending her flying backward. She nearly crashed into the lava river, but she slammed her paws into the stone and dug her claws into it so she didn't slide into the lava.

Akurle slowly got up and shook the dust off her fur. The fake Nkurle was staring at her, seeming to be reading her thoughts. Her glowing red eyes seemed to bore into her soul... these weren't the friendly eyes the real Nkurle had. But why did it feel so much like the real one? Why could she not completely convince herself that this was not Nkurle!?

The fake Nkurle created another orb and hurled it at Akurle. She dodged and the orb splashed into the lava, spraying glowing orange flecks in every direction. Akurle noticed that the fake Nkurle seemed to get a bit slower every time she threw an orb. Perhaps she could wear it out?

Akurle swifted dodged a few more orbs. The orbs got faster every time Nkurle used them, but she herself got slower''. I guess tiring her out won't do anything..''. Akurle thought. She backed up against the lava as another orb flew towad her.

Akurle dodged again and again. Shadowy orbs were flying in every direction. Every time, Akurle jumped closer and closer to the shadowy Nkurle until she was close ebnough to leap right onto Nkurle's head. The fake Nkurle created another orb, but Akurle quickly jumped toward the wall. The orb flew at the wall and exploded into black dust.

Akurle used this distraction to leap up onto Nkurle's beack. The fake nkurle shook around and tried to knock her off. She had to attack the fake Nkurle, this was her only chance. Akurle bared her teeth and prepared to chomp down. But it didn't feel right. She couldn't pull herself to do it. She tried thinking of all the times she was mad at Nkurle. But she also remembered forgiving her in the end and making up. No. She just couldn't do it.

Nkurle jumped up and did a summersault in the air, flinging Akurle off. She landed hard on the stone. Nkurle landed silently and swiftly, then unsheathed her claws. They were enormous and deathly sharp, pure black and glinting in the lava's light. Nkurle lunged and sliced Akurle's side. Red, black... it was all a blurr. Akurle howled in pain and scrambled away, cluching her side.

Akurle took one glance at the bleeding wound. She intantly looked away, feeling queasy. She couldn't do it. She couldn't attack her fake sister. And if she couldn't attack the one thing keeping her from completing this mission, than she was done for.

This was it.