Phoenix glowered at the whitecoats who came to his cage. One of them was obviously new, for he stared in awe at the tall male with flaming, feathery hair that reached to below his shoulder blades, blue green eyes and golden skin. Phoenix's long limbs were graceful even as he scooted further back into his cage. He narrowed his eyes at the restraints they had in their hands and knew it was that time of day where they would try to get him to use his pyrokinesis so they could poke him with needles again. Fuck that. He couldn't command fire on purpose yet, but he could heat his hands up to a burning hot temperature.

He'd given more than two whitecoats burn scars. A smirk touched his lips at the memory, curving his full lips into a cruel smile. He concentrated on raising his body temp. The whitecoat who'd dealt with Nix before motioned to Nix's now steaming hand and issued a warning to the newbie.

"Careful with The Phoenix," he said. "He'll burn you, and it will leave scars. He's also very strong. He works out despite how small we make his containment unit." The newbie gulped visibly, looking at the thick plastic restraints in his hands with mistrust, then back at the avian hybrid in the cage. He was rewarded with a mockery of a smile.

[color=f26522]"Try it, boyo."[/color]
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With burns on both the newbie and the experienced whitecoat who lay on the ground next to the melted restraints, cupping themselves, Nix had his brilliant, flaming wings half unfurled, the tips of his feathers flickering with tongues of flame. He tilted his head in satisfied thought, hair falling to cover half of his beautifully sculpted face. Nix gives a satisfied hum and climbs up onto the top of cage, too tall for any of the whitecoats to reach him.

He sits and waits. He knows he can't find his way out of where he is being kept, so he makes it a game to see how long it takes for other whitecoats to come find out why he's not being poked and prodded yet.