Desreal: choke, asphyxia, snuff reality; FENRISULFR

"the two most common elements in the universe are hydrogen and stupidity"

They say that there’s good and evil, and good and evil are always at war, and good does nice things and evil does bad things.

Cyan disagrees, not so much in thought (he doesn’t give such subjective things as morality much consideration at all, actually) but in action. He is just as comfortable with torture as he is with friendly small-talk, although one could hardly consider the tranquil, disaffected curiosity with which he conducts said conversations to be overflowing with altruism. He is a conglomeration of all of his bloodlines – from the brooding corruption of Lebanon to the explosive unpredictability of Baraqel, even throwing back to the fathomless cruelty of Kurai. Cyan is perhaps a more calculating figure, and he may or may not be more sociopath than true villain.

Either way, he carelessly oscillates between just and sadistic and he does so with utter scrutiny, insatiable curiosity and unflappable calmness.

He is here because, again, he is curious about his grandfather – Kurai who, according to all of Cyan’s logical conclusions about the equine race, should not exist in any way, shape, or form.

Cyan may be a hypocrite, but my green-maned chemical abomination attributes his own existence to a mutation.

Yes, the biohazardous radioactivity is actually the effect of the mutation. Not the cause. Sorry, X-men. Although Cyan would make a fabulous-man. Codename: Cyanide. Although he’s not red. But then again, “Cyan” means blue.

Being a misnomer is the least of his problems.

He hears a twig snap and pricks his ears toward the sound, his green mane giving off a faint chemical glow. “Kurai?” his voice rings in the silence, crisp and clear and young, and in his sudden curiosity he is hardly even sinister.

C Y A N;
break this empty shell forevermore;
FIRE III