[Wings of Fire]

IC: Holding his enormous leather trenchcoat around him Blaine shivered. It had been a long day but now finally with Rupture Farms he had been given a second chance. Looking out the window Blaine inhaled through his nostrils, he liked that smell of burning, raw meat and sweat....it smelt like freedom. Blaine paused at the entrance of the train and made his decision, he shrugged the huge unseemly thing off his shoulders and threw it into the corner of the room, letting his monstrous paramite feelers stretch freely. A new start demanded certain things from Blaine and Blaine was more than prepared to give this a try. Stepping through the door he could have sworn he heard a croaking roar behind him but put this down to lack of imagination....he would ask the next person he saw if he could get some more....he just prayed the doctor wasn't a Vykker.

Wuffles was dreaming again, of times lost, of his fellow paramites hunting alongside him and finally of his sweet mistress stroking his scaly skin the way she always did when all of a sudden the feeling of being drowned in darkness bought him back into reality. Struggling and squirming it was all Wuffles could manage to get the huge black Elum smelling thing off his head and down onto his 'shoulders', giving up trying to get the thing completely Wuffles looked at the door and saw a Slig with paramite tendrils, uttering a low growl of longing Wuffles decided to follow this Slig for the moment and see where he led, but he would have to go slowly and quietly as to avoid drawing attention to himself. Leather coat now firmly caught on the rough skin on his back (thanks to him squirming) Wuffles began to carefully follow the Slig outside