Temper, Temper

Killy is a very calm daemon, at least when it comes to the outside world. I am a fairly emotional person and although I have a reputation for being adept at keeping control of my temper, the calmness I present is usually little more than a facade. I tend to release anger privately, sketching out great long novellas in my head involving everything I would like to say and do, plans drawn up for the day I might be able to let loose. And throughout my fuming, seething rage, Killy is perfectly calm. At this point in time I can think of exactly two experiences that made Killy noticably peevish; one was the unexpected and brusque physical action from a co-worker (he laid his ears back and bared his teeth), and the other was consistent advances from someone I wasn't fond of (I had to censor him for the first time in my life). But even then you would hardly label it more than irritation.

Indeed the only time he truly expresses anger is in regards to myself. I have been growled at, snapped at, and even shouted at. He has even made attempts to bite me, and although no harm can be done, the message is clear.

Some might interpret this as budding self-loathing. I, however, have a different view. Yes, Killy can frequently represent the part of me that is too hard on itself. But why should he be angry with outside issues when I can do it just fine on my own? He provides a counterbalance to my brief bursts of fury, and pushes me when I would let a private misdemeanour pass. Together, we manage to cover all the bases.

I suppose that's worth the incorporeal toothmarks.