"Those things? Hmm..." [i]Astra's voice faded into silence as she thought, thinking about how she'd explain it... She was still fumbling with the language the people here spoke, still inexperienced with it, not quite used to it just yet -- and she couldn't explain in her own tongue either, because nobody in this realm probably understood it. Her silence dragged out, left hand slipping off of the grip of her sword, right hand simultaneously moving it to her back, fitting it sideways into an unseen sheath right in between her two fluffy wings. Then, she gently wrapped both arms around Irina's shoulders, tugging her a little bit closer to herself, a smile on the angel's lips, all genuine and nice.[/i] "Ah, yes... They are corporeal, for starters; spiritual. In essence, they are simply the souls of restless cadavers, of carcasses that lacked a satisfactory death... though, that is not entirely true, either..." [i]The woman paused again, her wings twitching and fluttering as she thought some more, her eyes fluctuating from their previous ruby red to a much softer bubblegum pink.[/i] "Mmh, a part of their soul, yes. The part that failed to pass the border between the material realm and the Aether, or the Infernal, or even Limbo. It becomes vengeful and filled with hatred, angry and frustrated at the fact it could not transcend, and was thus left to roam, without even a body. They tend to invade the worlds of others when they find out how, as such, hoping only to pilfer their bodies." [i]Astra slipped her right hand up to the top of Irina's head, lightly scratching at her scalp with only the tips of her index and middle finger, gently and even a little motherly in her actions. The lady kept a smile through her entire explanation, though she wasn't... quite done yet.[/i] "Usually, [i]that[/i] is the case, but when one can commune with the souls of the dead, those who have yet to pass and those who wander, could very well employ these shades."