Pet Information

Pet Name: Stele
Owner: neverlasting
Theme / Type: Overgrowth zokuleon
Born: July 2, 2015
Gender: Male
Collection: 4

MisticPal Name: Stulk
MisticPal Age: 3575 Days

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 1
Hit Points: 15 / 15
Strength: 18
Defense: 0
Speed: 15
Intellect: 12
Misticpower: 1

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Books Read

Books Read: None

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 4/1155 [ View Foods ]

Pet Profile

Stele

Normal Ahbruis traveling with his pack through Darkwood Hollow
He gets separated from them and decided to wait for them to come back
He waits, and waits, and waits, slowly becoming apart of the Hollow
Panicked, he goes to Sunny and Gordon, who tells him that it is the curse of Darkwood
He flees, trying to escape, but soon becomes lost in the vast woods.
Eventually, he gives up, and goes to sleep in a clearing.
When he awakes, he is completely rooted to the land
Has a love for Darkwood Hollow native Misticpals
Is kind and caring to pals, but rather grumpy to his own kind (especially OG pets)
Loves sunflowers and tulips so much the pals have grown a garden around him
They also bring him orchids in the spring
He has a small mushroom between the toes of what used to be his left front paw.
He tries to remove it, but it constantly grows back

Stele was born in the plains of Inferno Terrian into a nomadic Ahbriuis tribe. They transversed slowly across Mistica in a ten-year cycle. This meant, Stele was always walking. One cool day, however, that changed when he lost his pack in Darkwood Hollow. Not knowing the woods well enough, he decided to wait in the small glade for someone to return, and find him. Stele spent hours upon hours, days upon days, months upon months, rooted to that spot, waiting for them to return. No one ever came back.
Something strange began to happen during this time, his white fur became browner.His mane became greener. His limbs became stiffer. He found himself becoming one with the forest! In a panic, he ran to Sunny and then Gordon. Both Overgrowth pets were quite alarmed, but did not seem overly surprised. It was the curse of Darkwood Hollow, they explained. Stele must get out before it was too late! So he ran, and ran, and ran. But he had not run, or even walked for months, and his body soon became weak and fragile. And despite, dragging himself along, he became lost in the labyrinth of the trees. At long last, he collapsed in a clearing, hoping to catch his breath. His fate was sealed.
When he awoke, he founded his wooden paws had turned into roots and fused with the ground. He could no longer move. In frustration, he began to cry out for help. But no one was there to hear him. Eventually, the Misticpals of the forest, heard his pleas, and came to investigate. Some of them brought food and water for the distraught Ahbruis. They began to tend to him, and even created a garden for him. Now, Stele spends his days rooted in one place, never moving. He simply cannot. His companions watch over him and bring him anything he asks, but still he longs to see his pack again.

Description: Stele has appearance of an Overgrowth Ahbruis, with very little of the mobility. Rather than having his two front paws free and only his back paws rooted, Stele only have his front right paw free. His left paw, thus, permanently rooted to the ground, no matter how much weeding, he attempts to do. It also contains a small cluster of white mushrooms between his wooded toes, that always crop up seemingly overnight. His leafy pelt is, however, well maintained and a lush green that hide his matching eyes. And the rind that makes up his trunk is an ashy gray, as if badly scorched. However, the land around his roots remains bright and perky, as it is covered in bright yellow sunflowers and various shades of tulips. Some can even be seen in his mane, placed there by a mischievous Orb Thief in his sleep.

Personality: Stele is perpetually frustrated these days. As a pup, he enjoyed his mobility to the point that he began to take it for granted. Now, all he wishes to do is take a step in anyone direction. As a result, he is envious of most other pets, who can walk freely. He has become especially jealous of other Overgrown pets, who seem to have the ability to move, while he has none. However, some of his old carefree ways still shine through, especially when he is surrounded by the Misticpals of Darkwood Hollow. While, he will often try to act grumpy and uninterested in his new friends, appreciation shines through. So much so, that he will often read them a tale from a stolen book, with not much insistence.

Strengths: Stele used to be quite good at long distance running. He could run for hours on end and never tire. It was something he enjoyed. However, his stamina has weakened to the point that now, he is a master at laying around days upon days without moving a single inch. Stele, nevertheless, is resourceful. He has learned to adapt and to find the resources that he needs to survive. In the winter months, while other flora often become dormant through its entirety, Stele is capable of spending several hours a day awake, and living thanks to his pal friends’ aide and the help of a Cirrus pet or two.

Weaknesses: While Stele is clever and work out problems, his pessimistic nature often takes a hit on his personality. As a result, when something stumps or frustrates him, he will often spend days sulking, and is extremely difficult to wake from that state. And when he does, he often works himself to exhaustion attempting to solve his problems. Stele is also not fond of fire. Born on the Inferno Terrain, the intense heat was permanently scorched into his brain, as he nearly lost part of his tail to a dormant geyser. His fear has also heightened as he lost his mobility, causing him to shrink at even the smallest flame. The result is that he spends more of his nights cloaked in only the light of the stars and Mistica’s three moons.

Biography: Stele was born on the plains of Inferno Terrain to a pack of wandering Ahbruis. His tribe transversed Mistica in a ten-year cycle, sometimes travelling upwards of hundreds of miles in a single day. Thus, as early as Stele can remember, he was always on his paws, always moving, always going somewhere. Still, his childhood was not lacking by any means. The tribe was warm and friendly, and never seemed like anything less than family. And, though, some came and went, it felt like they were always together. One day, however, that all changed.

As always, Stele was walking, though the scenery had changed. The pack had found themselves in Darkwood Forest, a hazardous leg of their journey, for the taboo magic that laid within. Therefore, they were reminded to keep together and run as fast as they could. Stele loved the challenge, and excelled. However, he soon found himself outstriped by his fellow Ahbruis bit by bit until, he could no longer see anything but the brush of the forest in front of him. Startled, he called out for them, but they were nowhere to be seen. At last, he stumbled upon the clearing of Darkwood Hollow. There, the inhabitants agreed to let him stay the night until his pack could be found. But when the new day had come and passed, no familiar faces were to be seen.

Stele waited days and then weeks for his tribe to return. Soon the months flew by and a whole year had passed before he had realized that the once mobile Ahbruis had been stuck in the same spot. In frustration, he decided to set out and find his pack again. However, he soon found it hard to move as his muscles had become stiff - almost woodlike. To his surprise, his appearance had changed - his once white fur looked almost green! In surprised, he made haste back to the Hollow, only to find himself slowly becoming immobile. As last, he made it, where he was greeted by an alarmed Sunny. “Get out fast,” She informed him, “Before you become a part of the forest.”

So Stele ran and ran. He tried to escape, but all was in vain. He became lost and frustrated in the dark. He decided to slumber until morning light to find his way out. But by then, it was too late. By morning, he had been fully rooted to the ground, trapped forever in Darkwood Forest.

Short Story:

Stele had that dull, achey twitch in his paws again The kind that couldn’t be sated with just a stroll around the bend. No! They needed to move, they needed to breath. They needed to go so fast that they barely brushed the ground he moved. And of course, when that sensation came, others soon joined. His muscles began to grow taut and strained at the mere out of exertion. His lungs prepared to burn for air. Even his eyes glistened as they anticipated the dryness of the air on his face. He was ready to run. He was born to run. All he needed, was a challenger.

Looking around at the sea of familiar faces, Stele carefully picked his mark. It couldn’t be someone too young or too old. He couldn’t select someone that was injured, either. It had to be someone that would give him a fight. He had to choose the perfect Ahbruis.

“Hey, whatcha doing, Stele?” A lithe Woodland Ahbruis brushed her nose against his shoulder in greeting. She was a pretty thing, renowned for her beauty inside the tribe and out. But all Stele saw what a worthy match.

“Swift!” He greeted warmingly, a mischievous glint in his eye, “Funny name for someone so slow.”

The female laugh at that, knowingly. It was not unoften that they would have a verbal sparring match before they would race each other. “Says the wolf, whose name stems from roots.”

“Oh yeah!” Stele bulked, “Then catch me!” And with that, he shot out from the thralls of his pack towards the great rolling hills of Banshee Swamp. It provided a challenge on normal crossings, but his paws were too quick to be stuck in the marsh. Beside him, he could hear the even breathing of Swift as she paced herself, waiting for a chance to pass.

Stele increased his speed, and she matched it each time. It went on like that for some time. The pair circled back on occasion so not to lose their tribe as they travelled, but they did not stop until they tired.

At last, Stele relented, letting his friend pass him triumphantly, as he carefully stopped on solid ground. His muscles ached, and his throat and nose were sore, but the aching in his paws had died down.

“You are no fun,” Swift complained, mockingly collapsing at his paws, and rolling over onto her belly, “I am not ready to stop!”

“Well then go up ahead,” Stele retorted, “I will be right behind you.”

“Oh don’t be so --” Swift rolled over to chide him, but stopped abruptly as the brush began to rustle, “What’s that?”

“How would I know?” Still, he turned to the source of the noise and sniffed the air. The resulting scent was something sinister. “Run.” Stele breathed just in time as a massive dark figure leaped out of the brush. Claws extended towards them, eyes gleaming red, it was ready to maim. It was all the pair could do to bolted in terror. They ran.

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Stele woke with a start - the fog of the memory still in his head. He wore, he could still feel the raggedness of his breath as he and Swift fled to freedom. The relief of laughter that they had outran bog monster. The thrill of triumphant escape! But it was quickly replaced with a dull ache in his heart.

Sitting up, he suffered the dampened tingle in his paws that the urge to run brought on. However, there was no where to go. The once snowy Ahbruis, who loped for miles without relief, now had his feet pinned to the ground in a tangle of roots and knots. His soft fur had turned hard and brush-like. Even his mane was now covered in leaves. Stele had become the very thing his friend had joked about - rooted in place.

“Good morning,” He greeted with a sigh, as a Koobi scurried up to him. On its flat blade leaf, it carried food for him. He graciously accepted, the pomme and ate is soberly as it watched, its ears twitching in anticipation. The small pal began to clean its face as it fretted.

“Oh,” He offered a sullen smile, “It is nothing. I was just dreaming about running.” Stele had that dull, achey twitch in his paws again The kind that couldn’t be relieved with just a stroll around the bend. If only he could do even that….