There was nothing in this new world, dark and hot and empty as his bodyless essence floated through the cauldron of life passed. Months passed, time slowed in the vortex compared to how it was perceived in the living worlds. Years ticked by like minutes, his family growing up without him while his own young form merely aged but a few months, ignoring the years he should have been hunting and sprouting upwards like the rest of them. It was then that after so long of thoughtless non-existence that suddenly, it was cold again. There was cold, and there were emotions. First there was confusion, and then there was fear. It took a second for the boy to realize that before his eyes laid mutilated paws, upon his crown were floppy ears, and a strange life flowed through his veins. No, not life, but something frighteningly akin to it.
The next second was spent realizing that he was falling.
His jaws parted, and with a voice unheard of for years unpracticed and disused, he screamed. Those paws he harbored scrabbled for some grasp on the air, royal eyes catching sights of trees and undergrowth below as his cries melted into hitched, panicked gasps. Unsure how to process the wind rushing past him and the ghostly blood pumping through his cold, reanimated veins, his eyes unfocused and the boy was left limply tumbling. His eyes rolled backwards, and then he fell unconscious. Above him flashed a light, pale pink tinged with ivory as a small ring appeared in the clouds. Although he didn't know this, he had come falling from a similar vortex, only his had been clad in greys and sapphires. Down from this portal came a small white shape, wings flapping and ruby eyes narrowed as the crow plummeted after the creature he was sworn to protect. He gained quickly, ivory wings slicing through the air swiftly before he reached his talons downwards, claws digging into the thick fur beneath him as he struggled to slow Galaxy's descent.
As they collided, magic flared to life; and aura of pinks and baby blues pulsing out around them as the two from previous worlds gained the bond of Soul Shadows. The crow had been with the wolf since birth, and as he'd fallen back into the living world, the crow had been beckoned to join him. He was the protector, he was Galaxy's Phantom. However, the determined little crow was not physically able to lift such a heavy load, and as the realization hit him that his efforts were in vain, it was too late to attempt releasing him--though he wouldn't have anyways. Down the trees they crashed and tumbled, startled cawing and yelping filling the air before the spirit collided with the earth, breaths shallow and eyes half lidded as his head spun and pain coursed through his thick form. Upon his back stood the crow, shaky and battered, but ruby eyes narrowed as it peered around the alien landscape.