The shadow form of Kari quickly snapped it's head at Miki hearing her cry, her head tilting to the side appearing as if it were going to snap off. Her lips slowly curled back, revealing her sets of razor sharp teeth. Flicking her yellow eyes around to each of the faces of the group as if she were trying to recognize them. In her moment of distraction, the shadow beast pushed her back and quickly snapped it's jaws at her wisps. This made her leap back quickly, snarling at the beast as they began to charge and engage herself with the beast. But the scream from Aryn was what caused her to pause once more and eventually drop down onto all fours. Her yellow eyes were locked on him, her shadowy form whipping around as she shrieked out in pain. She was fighting for control, fighting for her sanity, it was something that she knew was waning in all the rage that was consuming her form in that moment. Kari was recognizing her friends, but the burning emotions within her form were fighting for control which made her shake with tension as she tried to control herself and take control back of her form.<br/><div align="center">_________________________________________________</div><br/>Approaching something that only he could sense, the boy in black slowly lifted up his hand from his pocket and held his hand out. His blue eyes could see it, but no one else could. It was almost like a barrier of sorts, a thin layer of mesh that held the two worlds apart. This was something that he had been able to see and sense for years, something he learned through trial and error. The sun had already begun to set around him, and everything was dark, but he knew that things would twist and alter as soon as he entered the plane before him.<br/><br/>Slowly pushing his hand through the delicate barrier, he pushed his body through and felt everything around him tighten. Closing his eyes for a few moments, he opened them slowly to find himself immersed into the dark twisted realm that had become the place he primarily viewed as his home. Hearing the shouting of others from a distance, he soon kicked his black sneakers up, the worn out souls slapping against the dark ground and through puddles of blood. Pulling the zipper of his coat down a bit, he reached his hand inside of his coat, gripping something that was hidden from view as his pointed canines bit at one of the black hoops in his lip.<em>They need me. . . I can feel it.</em>