Andrea had recoiled her shadows a long time ago, now standing among the others in the haze of events that was chaos of the train car, and now the stranded situation of the pale stone beach.<br/><br/>It was a peculiar, overwhelming peace that rustled her insides upon breathing in the air of such a place, the quiet and bleak void a very homely place for the peculiar woman. Her greyish skin gave a lively shiver at the thought of it all, though her appearance was not without rips and tears due to the rolling ride she had experienced moments later.<br/><br/>The flipping and twisting of the train car had prompted a sort of self-defensive retreat during the blur, one that had resulted in the woman  twisting her very magic in and around herself that she may hide in the embrace of her own substance. When the destructive torrent had finally ended, Andrea had peeled on open from her dark tendrils like a flower opening to blossom, her long jacket now possessing tears and her hair a free-flowing set of wavering waves. The release of such energies had distorted the very appearance she had been attempting to give off, her eyes having turned a starlight grey and her skin far more deathly and paler than it had been ever before.<br/><br/>She had considered giving up a form in its entirety, weighing the ease of travel without having to reconstruct herself into a familiar shape over and over again, but upon thinking of her party of peculiar but<span style="font-style: italic">humanoid</span>companions she had concluded differently, for their sake. Her attention had now been brought forward to the pillar-like being that was hulking ahead of them; The clear intentions of the beast easily being made by the way it readied itself against them and seemed to treat them like intruders to this realm.<br/><br/>Intruders, they definitely were, but the quiet and blissful woman was not ready to submit to a being that countered directly against her prime objectives and prerogatives. This being was strong, powerful, but most certainly an enemy.<br/><br/>Her glances then turned to the shifting and roaring being that now was the hunter beside her. Her head tilted for a moment, her lightened eyes looking him over with an expression that was her equivalent of curiosity before gazing off at the Egyptian and his weapons woven there and then with the assistance of magic. They were preparing themselves.<br/><br/>Her slow and robotic turn was made back to the white monstrosity ahead, and it was then that she concluded her powers would have little use with such a limiting shape and structure.<br/><br/>She would move to the side, seeming to about to twirl about on her toe as if she were a dancer on a stage, but her grace would be torn apart as soon as the motion began - Her skin blackening and ripping away away as her form changed into something swirling and black, the many tendrils of shadows that once was the tools she had used to constrict the Psychopomp now surrounding "her" new and more natural form.<br/><br/>Any whom had been in the darkest recesses of the woods would know the feeling well. It was something that varied between the aura of wonder that was the life of nature and the blooming, beautiful trees, and the feeling of heavy dread and fright - Of trespassing on territory that was as old and ancient as the dirt itself, with horrible and malicious spirits lurking about in every nook and cranny. Legends of these beings stealing children to raise, or stealing them to kill and consume, stories of precious sprites giving gifts to tired travelers, or horrible crags catching their souls as treasure to collect.<br/><br/>"Andrea" fell in the many infinite jurisdictions of these spirits of nature, though whatever kind of spirit this blackened mess precisely was most likely fell into the categories of watchful terrors, light-less nights and ever-hungry fiends. She had once too been human, or at least she remembered it in a dream. She needed an ability to hide among the others in the broad daylight, to sustain itself in a perfect link between the physical realm and the spiritual. She needed this so that she could complete her duty she had been assigned, to help protect the physical world from the encroaching and growing magic that was beginning to rise up in the most unlikely places, creating a tip in the scales and releasing beings that did not belong. Along with this, she remembered walking on a summer night, an average day for a young woman - Or had it been a human male? She could not remember precisely - whom had little else on her mind but high aspirations and a promising future; A future that would be changed when her two pasts became one in a clash of souls and shredding darkness.<br/><br/>With the fusion, she was no longer hindered by being unable to touch fully grasp out her being and twist it through the material plane. She was no longer weak to the borders of reality, passing through with the snippets of the mortal soul she had frozen in time and picked apart for all the best qualities she had needed. In return, the being she had fused with was made equal in mind and form, whatever gap that separated them dissolved until they truly were a mesh of color and thread that could not be untangled. She had touched infinity, all in return for giving a spirit the ability to truly<span style="font-style: italic">move</span>. It was a gift she had not asked for, but re-payed kindly.<br/><br/>Eventually the black shape was something roughly humanoid, covered in the many faded star-like details and hints of color that could very well resemble a nebula. Two white and bright specks stuck out from where its head and face could be guessed, not looking at anything in particular from another's perspective, but from it's own shape it was gazing at the white pillar that was ahead of it.<br/><br/>The spirit knew it had its place among the party. Some of them were physical, others were ranged, and it was most certainly somewhere in-between, but not one to take direct hits against the black shadowy mist that was its body. It would wait until the others began their attack, and use what it held best - Stealth, agility and its own form of damage. It would be careful and self-preserving, as it had always been in it's own long life, and it would ensure that no moves were made without carefully thinking them over and maintaining its peace among its brethren. When it was all over, it would twist about and return to a fleshy form it shared, perhaps greet them and inquire as to how exactly they were to continue. For now, it was time to fight and defend.