To put something on is the word at my start To lock what's unlocked is second part's art Together four-legged creature they form One without wings, talons, venom, and horn

A light that dances briefly, Like a flame in the wind's cold grasp, Fading fast, blink and it's gone

I rise with a thought, linger with a look. I don’t need permission, and I hate being ignored. I can vanish with a laugh or grow dangerous when fed. What am I?

I come in hot when you least expect me, leave you embarrassed, laughing, or blamed. Everyone swears they didn’t invite me, yet I show up right on cue. What am I?

I’m born in silence, but I can shake a room. The more you share me, the less you have. I can warm a heart or start a war. What am I?