One could say that the world is simple, that everyone is themselves, and knows who they are.
That we all fit into the puzzle of life like the bricks that support a wall.
You could say that one chooses to be different.
One chooses to become something...
to become evil.

And what of me?
You could say I choose to be who I am, what I become once the sun leaves...

The next thing I knew, I was laying in heap. I woke up, feeling sore and aching in parts I couldn't have thought possible, and I was an utter mess. I was coated with dirt and sand, and rolled over on the ground, groaning. In the distance I could see the small town I will living by temporarily. But how did I get here? I had traveled far from my cave south of here. It would have taken some serious sleep walking to cover all that ground.
I propped me head up on an arm, gazing at a small crab walking drunkenly across the seabed. I hadn't gone to bed though…the last thing I remembered doing was placing the amulet…
I clutched at my chest, which was oddly warm, and a scrabbled for the loose trinket. It took me a minute to realize…it wasn't handing loose on the chain I had bought, but was stuck firmly into my chest fir. How…? It seamed glued there, in the center, the chain floating freely from it.
Was I seeing things, or was it really…glowing?
I shook my frantically and slowly got up, surviving my surrounds before turning around to back home. It was so very strange, but best to forget about. If there was no answer, I doubted there ever would be one. And, anyways I was so terribly tired; it was like I hadn't slept at all the night before.

I headed back to my little cave under some overgrown seaweed and settled down, and as much as I tried, I couldn't sleep. I keep trying to detach the amulet from my chest; but it acted as it was now embedded there. My mind floated back to when I first bought it; about the gypsy who had sold it to me. What was she playing at? She had stared at me a bit…and given to me cheap…but why? Maybe she wanted it off of her hands; if all it did was annoyingly attached to random parts of your body. I wonder if she had a bunch of necklaces glued to her foot.
That would have totally made my day. To see that. Perhaps a bunch of pendants where under her shawl attached in clumps.
Now, though, I was going to have to figure out to remove the stupid thing. I would be going back to her…she would know what to do. Or how to hide the stupid thing, anyways. I fell asleep then, blissfully thinking about magnetic amulets, while it was still early morning.

When I finally opened my eyes later, I stretched my arms; if anything they felt sorer. Odd. It was a minute before I realized it was still day- and I felt even more tired than before.
That's when I looked around.
So…apparently I am no where I recognize, more tired than before, and utterly bewildered. I mean, come on, and if I was really sleep walking, why could I actually feel rested? It felt like I had been running around all night, as I fell on my back sighing. This wasn't going to work.
Instead of laying back down and going back to sleep, as much as I desperately wanted, I forced myself to get up and look for food. It was hard to concentrate; I was so annoyed at myself for wandering off again. But I found something to eat rather quickly; it was easy enough to do so. I wandered around for a few hours before I was at last able to relocate my current residence; and I went to sleep.

It kept happening.

Every morning, I'd be somewhere else…the only sleep I actually got was during the day. I'd find bruises on my body and not be sure where I got them from…what was happening?
This wasn't some joke anymore…
I need to find her, this gypsy.
After a week or so of the continued cycle, I planned my leave.
I had to stay awake long enough to go back to the major city of Maraqua and find her, if she was still, there; I wasn't sure. But I had my hope. That was all, though.
It was a cloudy morning when I left, and I was moving slowly, fighting the tiredness that weighted me down, my bones felt like lead. The images about me were starting to spin when I finally reached the kingdom limits, when I was able to sigh with relief. But as I anxiously combed the streets I realized everything had gone for the celebration. It was over…so was the gypsies. They traveled for a living didn't they? Why hadn't I thought about that before?
I began to ask people I knew, and then as they turned out know nothing; I turned to anyone who looked as if they might know. It was extremely frustrating, for no one could help. They kept going and on about some monster sighting out west; but I gained no information.
It would be too far of a trip to go back home for the night, so I moved out in a small ditch a mile or so out from the city limits. If I was going to sleep walk again, I wasn't going to march down a major city; they'd kill me for sure. The sun was setting when I finally sat down a rested, picking apart the remains of my evening's meal.
I was sitting there watching the sun drop when a oddly familiar pain occurred to me, heat in my spine…before my eyes lost their sight to a fiery red flash of color.

How this was becoming oh so familiar. I peered around at where I woke up this morning. I just lay, not having slept for so long, and instead of leaving, or doing anything for that matter, I simply went back to sleep. Oh, how blissful it was becoming to enjoy such a thing.
When I returned home I thought I had no other choice but to leave, and go somewhere different…maybe a change of location would help. Or there was the off chance that I would run into the gypsies. I hoped so, anyways.
I knew it wouldn't help, but I found myself wandering to into the small town on the small chance that I may hear something. Anything. I wanted to live again; that was all…but it seamed I was because slightly obsessed with this amulet. The atmosphere seamed rigidly different as I swam inwards and there was a quietness about the town that I didn't understand. But as I turned my head slightly to my left, when I suddenly saw what was wrong. Some of the outer buildings had been destroyed; ripped apart, the wood lay scattered in bits across the tattered yards. Bits of clothing and furniture lay haphazardly alongside the wood, and my face deepened in confusion. What had happened here? I sure had picked an off time to go off and do…whatever it was I was doing. Wandering like a zombie at night, probably drooling whiles I'm at it too. How I could be so oblivious to what is going on so near to me? As I moved farther down and grew closer to Main Street the damage was less and more sporadic, but one thing still puzzled me…why weren't any repairs going on? You would think after whatever had happened that they would have at least started a cleanup crew. I new some of these people here- it would be the first thing to do is to help an ailing neighbor.
I came upon the inn at which was my original goal, and entered slightly uncertainly, and greeted the bar tended who nodded solemnly back. It was obvious something was bothering him as I sat down on a worn stool, letting my tattered sack drop to the floor.
*"What's happened?"*
He looked over at me incredulously as he cleaned a cracked glass, but shook his head. "Aiyake, you need to keep in touch. You go wander off and a full scale war would break out and you wouldn't notice."*
*"So," I asked shrugging my shoulders.
He muttered some curse about homeless people and grinned at him before he went on, "Though I suppose you would have seen it. Or are you as blind as I've been told?"*
*"Seen what?" I said, noticing a change in the manner of his speak, and I shifted uncertainly.
He now sighed in a defeated manner and threw the rag in the sink before sinking down into a seat, "The beast. A great and dangerous thing, tall and strong…we're not even sure what it is to be exact. A hybrid of sorts we guess; with teeth the size of your arm. It reeks too; and it's an ugly green. We first saw it lingering out on the outer limits of the town and when it grew closer we began to wonder what it was."*
I started at him incredulously, a monster in the sea? What the heck, was he toying around with me? The word monster sounded so childish. But the way he was acting only confirmed my questioning with voicing anything, "When was it first …spotted?"*
*"A few weeks ago, right after our midsummer fair. And then, it began to get ambitious…attacking and raiding the town for supplies; I feel it simply likes to rip things apart for the sake of it. Its killed five so far…" he paused, closing his eyes, "It only comes around after sunset, and seams to disappear completely before dawn. It's odd."*
I suddenly grew very, very, cold as I sat there, gripping the edge of my seat, digging my claws in.
*"But we think it's gone now, left for another town. Word is that it's now down near Maraqua—if there at all it'll get handled quickly."*
I sat up, motioning to go and he added sounding a little disappointment, "You're safe until the sun sets you know, why in such a hurry to leave?"*
*"You do realize I'm out there on my own? I'm leaving the area," I shook my head jerkily, and motioned to him, "I hope it is gone for you, I wish you a safe remained or the year."*
I never swam faster that day, using every last bit on m energy to get away; away from anyone or anything that ever lived.

I had gone to the remotest part in the ocean, where no one dared live. It was deep water, so little sun penetrated the waves high above my head. Some of the water, in the distance never even grew light at all, but remained a sticky black through the say. While I was here, I would never again hurt someone. The amulet was a curse; that turned me into some sort of hideous killer by night only to leave me drained by day. I was sick with myself and what I would become at night; though I had no control over the matter- I wish I did. I would go in search of help, but I risked killing any that crossed my path. Or destroying anything they owned, more likely.
I had found a canyon deep down, where only pale invertebrates swam, an kept myself to a cave etched deep in the side. This would be my punishment until this curse lifted…and I at least could contain my wanderings by night to the narrow canyon. I never ended up very far, but the lack of light did make to hard to get around. I wondered what I had done to deserve this over and over; and what I could do to break this spell, but I knew the chances were small if I ever wanted to be free again. Gypsies were known for the trickery and lies…but I never even knew they had curses to lie on the odd passerby. Why, of all people, lay it on myself though? A mere homeless person, pettily below the gypsy, why me?
I was more horrified if things would get worse…if the curse grew to last longer than a mere night time stroll to a full day transformation, and I would disappear into it forever. Its not like I would loose anything; but if a creature such as myself wasn't tamed or stopped, I shudder as to what could and would happen.
The first few weeks were as rough as they could get, getting a routine down was difficult with my leavings of mind every night. Not that I had one before; but they do help...and calm the mind. You try navigating the darkness of a confined cabin while you're half awake, starving and wishing you could lay down somewhere warm. Oh and another thing; this place was not warm at all. Anyplace dark is going to be cold, and the lack of sun didn't help. But I tried in many ways to make up for that; I started by weaving seaweed into random blankets of sorts to sleep on. They often got torn up, but they were easy to make. And they actually began to look somewhat like a blanket after a while rather than a moldy lump of plants. I turned my cave into a home as never before; having never lived in any one place for too long. It honestly felt good, as the weeks passed, to know I belonged here in the cave…although the entire idea was despisable. Though caves are hard…and have rock walls, and canyon had sharp sides. It was common to wake up now, fallen off some outcropping and landing on the hard ground below me. My bruises and cuts were ever present and numerous. It seamed like my other side didn't know how to swim, or was so oblivious to the world around it. Perhaps it just liked running into walls and hurting itself. Myself.
I lived there for a long time, never really paying attention to my own thoughts. I was gone from my mind by night, sleeping or hunting during the day. I never was awake long enough to think; my mind became closed and I forgot what it was like to live. It was a never ending pattern to protect others; or it seamed, myself; from the outside world.
I lived like this for years.

Then, one morning, I opened my eyes, stretching my aching arms. I wasn't as bad off today, and I sighed slightly; and then my brows furrowed as I gazed around me. I had wandered farther away than I usually did; much farther. The water here was light, the sand white, and fish darted about in the distance. I shook my head; this had happened a few times before, my other side becoming slightly adventurous. I shifted upwards in the water, preparing to head home, when I noticed something dark floating near the waves. It was rather sunny out on the morning, the rays of light making every shifting patterns of white lines and curves on the fine sand below. I glanced up; whatever was blocking the sun was sitting on the surface. I should go back home, I knew it, things such as this no longer matter. My need was to eat and sleep, as it was every day, and no stupid shadow should stop me.
But curiosity, so long forgotten, had returned, calling softly into my ear. I moved upwards quickly, stretching my slightly sore body as the sun soaked my skin…I looked pale. Lack of sun really did have it effects, even being as brightly colored as I was.
I was obviously still deep down for the small shape grew bigger and larger until I realized it for what is was; a ship. I hadn't felt a breath of air in so long, and the pull of temptation was so strong that I broke through the surface, surviving the ship in its morning shadows at a distance. It was quite on board, and few were on the upper deck managing the sails. I swam around, delighted. I never really thought much about land dwellers, but they were fascinating to watch. The way the acted and moved was so different from our kind, and yet they are so similar in many ways. One man was singing as he repaired a sail slowly, tired from a long night's watched and another man threw a rotten piece of meat at him as he hit an off key note. I smiled slightly, when I noticed a woman leaning on the front railings, her long dark hair whipping in the winds. I hadn't paid much attention to her, but when she turned to face me, I recoiled on the inside. I recoiled eternally.
She was so familiar…but who? My eyes traveled only her long body, covered in scarves and bangles, of a gypsy.
I knew her, as a long forgotten memory formed in my mind, she was who sold me it. Wait, where was her fins?
I was fully awake now, as I swam desperately towards the ship, trying to closer, but I seamed to hit an visible wall and could go no farther. I pushed with all my might against, but it was impossible. Magic.
She had seen my efforts and smiled sadly, and her voice whisper in my ear over the distance, "You do well. She come soon."*
I was so startled that I fell beneath the waves for a breath before I was above again, searching for her…but she was gone. The ship was now empty except the two sailors now throwing stale bread at each other and bickering like woman.

When I returned home, I did not fall asleep as I normally did, but laid awake, with my eyes open and staring at the cavern wall. It was covered in scratches from huge claws…broken rocks were littered across the floor. Had I never noticed that before?
I pondered over the gypsies words but could not make head or tail over any of it, and I pushed restless around my bed until I sat up and moved to my small outcropping. My mind was more aware of the world than it had been in a while…what had happened to me? She had seamed so sad, and yet…
Who was coming?
I didn't sleep at all that day, I was twisted up in side of myself, working myself up over nothing…it all seamed unreal. Like I was dreaming. Maybe I had been dreaming.
When I woke up the next morning…I would call it being woken, more like becoming aware, but anyways; I had headed just as far once more. But I headed in the opposite direction this time, ending even deeper into the waters than before. It was pitch black all around me, and I cursed myself aloud, shouting uselessly at the world about me.
It wasn't completely black, no, for a speck of light could be seen in the distance…bright orange and flickering oddly. What was it? I shuddered…someone was here. They were not safe if they were anywhere near me. I just hopped they would leave and that my other half would quite being so… adventitious.
I hurried home this time, afraid to let my curiosity get the better of myself this time. If I had slept yesterday I would have kept myself up awake, worrying more. Should I go out there and warn them? I often had wondered yesterday if I should give up locking myself away, and go and find some sort of help. Surely there must be magic out there strong enough to override a curse? I knew magic was scarce out here, but you never know. Either way, I fell asleep right away, my worried gone like the sunlight from the deepest reaches of the ocean.

*"Get up, will you?" a voice echoed at me. Great, I was back to hearing things.
I liked visions more, they seamed more pleasant.
It was when something brushed my side when I leaped backwards, jumping up into the water, snarling. But I paused after my instant reaction and gazed at the figure in front of myself; in was woman, her long tail pushing the water around her blissfully and she eyed myself, an eyebrow cocked.
*"You put up one hell of a fight, you know that?"*
I was still in shock. She was not normal looking; her body was long and sea green, but her two front legs ended were bright colors of a fire, and her tail was much the same.
*"You gonna talk, idiot?"*
I responded immediately, "Who the heck are you?"*
She laughed openly, "I'm Sioa, and I'm sure you'll be so kind to allow me to know yours?"*
*"Aiyake." I said shortly, "How long have you been here?"*
It was her turn to look astonished, "You don't remember?"*
*"Remember what?"*
*"Last night?"*
I swam backwards, appalled, and dared whispered "What did I do now?"*
She looked confused, "Nothing. You mean you don't remember anything? I knew you would have some sense when you changed forms…but you have no utter memory?"*
*"Uh, he is someone completely different than myself. But ya' know, magic is stupid like that."
She looked offended, "Magic isn't stupid, you want to watch-"*
I cut her off as a new thought occurred, "I didn't …attack you, did I?"*
She grinned now, "You most certainly tried. But like you said, magic is quite stupid, and can prevent you from doing as you wished."*
I stared at her.
She laughed, "You, are not the only one who has a curse upon you in this world. Where magic helps, it leaves destruction elsewhere."*
She paused, shaking her mane as she slicked one of her hooves through the water and a blast of…fire?! Streamed across its wake.
*"But destruction isn't permanent you know."*
I'm going to leave this story there; besides, who the heck reads these anyways. Sioa helps him, but cannot end his curse completely. But she starts to help him see and work through his dark world, and they fall in love and live happily together forever and ever. The end. Hope you liked it. Try reading a story I actually put time into maybe? Though I liked this story line, but eh, I hate typing stories. They take too much freaking time. Gah! Love, Fleana.

Personality

Aiyake is a hardy eyrie, having grown up basically on his own, and can be a master thief when he needs to be. He
is strong, but has a soft spot for unusual objects. His cave that he sleeps in is full of them; various objects he
has found on the seabed and things from the town, even a few scales that seam to reflect firelight.

Sioa is in his story; she is his saviorr--in a way, from his cursed amulet.
Aiyake knows when to keep quite, and when to be suspicious, yet is friendly once he lets his
guard down and can make you laugh easily.

My Family

In the end being cursed isn't so bad, you know.
And because no one actually reads this and only comes to my pages for adoptables, (neomail me and prove me otherwise) I'm going to write some gibberesh. Sounds good. Its just filler you know, to actually look like I took the time to write something really nice about Aiyake, as I did with Amayaiaza...hah. Uh so, Aiyake gets his girl and they live together happily forever and ever, because they can, and he likes his curse becuase Sioa would dump him then. Okay, not really, but still, she is kinda mean sometimes. And the weird part, is when I orginally designed her, I made her shy. Shy! Ha, like that'd ever happen, you know, she works with fire! I should redo her page, but I have so many pages to make instead that it isn't even worth it, you know? Alright, so now what? I'm starting to get board and I've think I've typed enough to look intelligent. Haha, you thought I was! anyways. Getting a 4.0 means for my smartness, nothing. I'm still a stupid girl who thinks she can draw, ya know? Alright, we all know that Aiyake is messed up and we shall finish off with a a word about him. Bye dude, have fun finding the gypsy and killing her.