Curious. The sight of wings on the beast made the space around his shoulderblades tingle and itch with a need for familiarity. He had spent long years in his form, acquiring his power and resources, and it was all for naught here. Here he was not allowed wings, or even his damned ears.

"Curiosity," he replied to the beast, the flames in his eyes narrowing slightly, and his lip curled upwards in something akin to disgust. "You are not the creator of this."