He had seen so little of anyone the whole while they've been here, and then suddenly, for reasons he still cannot understand, he was whisked away, and now...?

Now he's here in yet another unfamiliar place, suspended before his peers in iron bonds. Yuusei hasn't been around long but the metal stings, burns at his lower body, and truthfully he only has himself to blame for that, what with having deliberately asked the Ringmaster to virtually flood his body with fae magic to turn him into what he is now.

But it's something he can bear, a pain he's felt in other forms even if not for this terribly long, so with a deep-chested growl he thrashes at his restraints, limbs flailing and searing as his shackles rub against him. It's a futile struggle, he knows, but he's certain the lot of them look awfully pathetic up here, and above all else he wants those watching to know he's far from given up.

Yuusei casts a glowering gaze of ire toward the ursine behemoth, snapping his arm against his chains in a final, short act of defiance. "Despicable clod, you..."