VELLAMO, keto aysu

[KETO AYSU VELLAMO]

- - - - - - bury all your secrets in my skin - - - - - -
COME AWAY WITH INNOCENCE
- - - - - - and leave me with my sins - - - - - -

vellamo, keto aysu



rebellious , inconsiderate , rude , mistrusting , tolerant
merfolk , three hundred one , male , leader of ekundayo , reena

- - - - - the air around me still feels like a cage - - - - -
AND LOVE IS JUST A CAMOUFLAGE
- - - - - - for what resembles rage again - - - - - -

Keto Aysu Vellamo. This is a name I can certainly say you would remember upon meeting me. I was born and have always lived in the sea of Morana, never living within a city or with a clan until my later years in life. For the beginning of my life it was spent solely with my mother, as I knew nobody else and neither of us seemed to care of ever knowing anybody. My mother never did like any of the others in the cities or even the ones who dwelled in the darkness of the oceans like us. She had her reasons, she told me, and further than that I dare not ask her. She was a fierce creature with sharp features and a face that seemed to always be burned into a frown. But that was my mother and that was just what always comforted me and kept me safe. She taught me one very important thing: survival. She didn’t teach me how to communicate outside of our little world but did tell me of all the horrors and awfulness that it held. She showed me things at a distance until I was old enough to hunt bigger game on the land. Anchovy and squid was getting quick dull anyways. I must say too, my skills were superb and helped to be perfected by the wise years of my mother fending for herself. My favorite to hunt was defiantly the humans; they were so foolish yet so damn tasty.

My mother and I were together for many, many years. We were close but at the same time were not. If one of us were to suddenly vanish I knew that neither of us would search long for the other nor be too concerned. There was never a doubt that we loved one another. We simply understood that life was cruel like that and when our times came we would not dwell on the other. So when my mother’s time came I did not sob or mourn her. She died of another sea creature, though I don’t know how exactly. She was simply torn to bits I suppose and that was that. When I found here I did take the time to bring her body to the sand at the bottom of the sea and bury some of her remains. I knew they wouldn’t stay there but I guess I did not feel like swimming around in my mother’s guts. I was young then, maybe in my early thirties or so but I was well old enough to be on my own. Strangely enough, things didn’t wind up going that way. Now my story is not like most. I didn’t suddenly fall in love and make baby merfolk. I have no desire to even do so and no time to deal with another’s emotions or even have a bond to them. I have no interest in that. But I did finally come across my own kind more frequently. More like myself, I mean.

Most of them were male, a few females but not many. I am not quite sure when we had started to all hunt together and eat together. We were a group but didn’t really take any notice to it. It was survival and we were all alone; the misfits of the sea, I suppose. We had no proper place to stay and never stayed in one place. We would settle here for one night and there the next but all keeping together even when we hardly spoke to the other. I also discovered that I was certainly one of the better hunters. I knew the best spots and just how to do it. They noticed this as well… I was a leader and we had all finally noticed that. I wasn’t the best equipped with sweet words but maybe that was what had made me just right. I don’t have sorrow and simply look forward for survival, no pity.

Ekundayo; that was what we called ourselves from then on out. “Sorrow becomes joy.” I may not have been the one filled with sorrows but the others apparently had come from their own misfortunes. I had learned nothing of sorrow or really of joy. That’s why I had not named us, it was spoken among them and eventually wrapped around all of us wherever we went. All of us known as fierce hunters. Every so often we’d offer our help to somebody but only if we got something out of it in the end. We would kill and fight for food or treasures. Obviously only things one could wear or wield as we didn’t stay in one place. We made many enemies and many allies and over the years they would fall or disappear but we still went on, hunting under the seas and every so often coming across someone who could pay us for our skills. The Ekundayo. After over two hundred years of being their leader, I plan to never leave the lifestyle. I have many more years ahead of me so I would not recommend trying to take them from me. I promise you will find that I am only in my prime.

- - - - - - so if you love me let me go - - - - - -
AND RUN AWAY BEFORE I KNOW
- - - - - - my heart is just too dark to care - - - - - -

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