Agni dev [2]

[Sidenote: It feels strange to not be writing yesterday's journal this morning, but it's all for the better. My memories are not clouded by a night's sleep at least. Sidenote: what a restful sleep I had last night. This is going to be a good day]

Agni dev's eyes glowed like fire. He could turn them down if he wanted to, but he had discovered a long time ago that he was taken more seriously if he kept them burning. The color of his eye-fire were good indicators of his mood. Fiercely red-white, and the person in front of him was on their way to being vaporized. Deep orange meant sadness, cool blue meant he was restful. The temperatures of the fires themselves didn't mean anything: blue flame is one of the hottest, and red one of the coolest; he had chosen those colors to signify his moods, much like a human being might choose an earring, or a T-shirt.

The oft-repeated rumor about his bronze manacles was completely untrue. They were not, as it was claimed, the source of his powers, nor did they have any kind of special abilities or emotions. They were just regular super-strong metal alloy. Made by the highest and the best metallurgists in the land, true, but still only lifeless metal. Besides the bronze iridescence, it wasn't particularly flashy. The story behind how he had obtained it was a long and troubled one, and he wore it to remind himself of his past follies. He wanted to be a better pers-- God, and the manacles kept him humble and down-to-earth, figuratively.

When angry, Agni dev had the voice of a thousand roaring forest fires, ready to burn anything on its path to a crisp. You could even hear the crackling and breaking within if you could stand the fierce intensity of it. His regular voice was hoarse and commanding -- not ideal when you're the leader of the pack. He had been trying to tone down his voice to become more approachable. It took great energy and patience to rein in his pitch, but he had been getting better. He could almost talk to a regular celestial being without appearing to want to murder him immediately. He had even been practicing a neutral tone, to not give away his emotions through his voice, and had generally succeeded at it.