The spirit held onto the fatty flesh of its master for dear life as said man let out a scream filled with rage and hatred. If they weren't able to get out of this, they would probably be dead for sure; how the Horned Guard planned to do it, the spirit was unsure. Well, it was unsure until it started to feel the intense pulsation coming from it's right. With no time to actually react, the spirit felt itself being whisked away by a sea of dark red. It couldn't see anything, not even the ground, that is, until contact was made with a squishy sponge-like surface that managed to cushion its fall. It originally thought it to be one of the Horned Guard's organs, but in actually it was it's fallen brethren, who had happened to be there at the time of their demise.

Horror covered most of the spirit's lacking face, as it quickly scampered off the dead spirits and clapped its hand together, almost resembling a prayer. That could have been it, but now, this spirit was one of the lucky ones. Unfortunately a price came with surviving, as the spirit watched in cold silence as the Horned Guard began to gurgle and choke on his own blood, its head and body folding into and toppling over himself. It was a sight that the spirit never expected it would see. Just a few minutes ago, the same guard had been torturing them, putting them though mindless labor for the sake of his own enjoyment. But now, he was receiving all of the karma that had built up towards him. The spirit couldn't help but feel bad, not for the agonizing pain the horned guard was being put through, but rather, what the surviving spirits would do after this; it was all it could think about.

Before it had the chance to even react to the death of its master, a disgusting noise followed by a pungent odor assaulted the spirit's senses, to the point that a wave of dizziness washed over the spirit of a few seconds. The blood and inner organs were already pretty bad, but this put it to a whole other level; one the spirit didn't even think was possible.

Too disgusted to get any closer to the putrid stench of its master, the spirit watched from afar as the Horned Guard turned a powdery white before disintegrated from its prior form. As the powder began to scatter about, the spirit caught sight of a few glittery orbs of light where the evil man had use to be. Unaware of what they actually were, the spirit could see its brethren scarfing down on the quickly dwindling orbs. And unbeknownst to itself, the spirit's body moved on its own, unable to stop its desire to receive it's fill too. It was almost as if the orbs of light were calling out to it with it's sheen and surprisingly delectable shape.

Now directly in front of the milky orbs, the spirit wasted no time and gave in to its desires, dropping down to its knees and choking down one orb at a time, savoring the flavor that came with each one. One by one, it..wait no...she continued, but by the time she reached five, her body was not what it last remembers.

Alas, her glowing white skin was replaced with similar milky white skin, although not glowing. Empty sockets for eyes became larger silver, or where they light melon, colored eyes. There came a nose and a mouth, and even clothing that made her more than easy to spot in what was now more of a puddle than a sea of blood. And while all of those things had been striking, what surprised the girl the most had to be her hair. It was wild, white, and fairly long. Did consuming those orbs really add all of this to her?

Still attempting to understand what just happened to her body, the girl looked up to the sound of an androgynous voice followed by a more animistic growl and a robotic hum. Her eyes first landed on the one holding up what appeared to be a lantern emitting a green glow. Other than their skeletal face and more defined body, the one with the lantern didn't look any different from their previous forms. They were calling for allies...and by allies, did that include her?

Next was yet another skeletal being, except this one was much more akin to a beast than what the spirits originally use to look like. It was scaly and on all fours, almost looked as if it was wearing armor. It's sunken green eyes were more than enough to tell the girl to keep her distance.

Lastly came a mechanic man, covered entire out of armor. She couldn't see a face, not any parts of his body...only a voice than barely sounded human. They way it vibrated just seemed different in comparison; maybe due that mask he was wearing?

Unsure of it herself, the girl that has previously been on her knees stood, only to fall back down a few seconds afterwards; thankfully her landing was dry. Unable to comprehend what was happening, the girl's gloved hand slowly moved across the side of her body. By the time she reached her lower back, she let out a wince before pulling back her black cloak and revealing a pure white, bushy tail. Was this why she was having a hard time standing? Well, she's never had a tail before, so that could be the reason; it's very much possible that it could be affecting her balance.

Lowering her head in slight frustration, the fox girl reached up only to rub again a pair of ears; most definitely hers. So she wasn't as humanoid as she expected, and it was proving a disadvantage to her from the get go...great.

Looking back up at the others there to see if they could possibly help her out, she was met with the sight of the mechanical man rushing toward the four-legged beast, blade in hand. So, where they not allies? Hadn't they just defeated the Horned Guard mere minutes ago together? Too confused by the circumstances, when yet another creature emerged from the rippling lava, the girl let out an icy breath she hadn't known she'd been holding in. What emerged already started coming for them...they had to get moving quick!

And with that, the fox attempted to get up again, this time with much more success. Her frame involuntary shook as her tail and ears shot straight up, as if struggling to keep her balanced. Alas, as she took a few steps back, the girl stumbled backwards, landing right on her bottom...