Pet Information

Pet Name: Cool
Owner: STAR
Theme / Type: Frost Ahbruis
Born: March 13, 2010
Gender: Male

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 22
Hit Points: 20 / 20
Strength: 20
Defense: 21
Speed: 20
Intellect: 15
Misticpower: 20

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: 12/373 [ View Books ]

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 10/1254 [ View Foods ]

Pet Profile

Cool was born into a family of draklaitas that lived deep in the arctic of Mistica, more commonly labeled Blizzard's Realm. He was named for what was felt there - coolness; the cold weather that made it possible for only a select few to live there. His parents and him lived there peacefully for the first few years of Cool's life; they lived simply and they were fine with it. Then the news came. It swept across Blizzard's Realm slowly, passed around from mouth to mouth fearfully, nothing more. Then, as time passed, it came forcefully, like the cold winds that swept the realm. It was only a sentence, a few words; but none the less it made the animals there stay in their dens day and night, only venturing out nervously when they absolutely had to. Boreal. That one word, that short name, struck panic into the hearts of many. Boreal. Only the bravest whispered and discussed her story.. but if you were daring enough to catch it, here's how it went. Not much was known about Boreal. She was the self-proclaimed Queen of the arctic section of Mistica and was pushing for more. She was willing to be cruel and brutal to do it; willing to do whatever it took to be ruler. And why did this worry so many? She stole animals like them to be slaves. Her largest population of servants was her self-bred kohals; made of cold rock like the heart of their master. But, being as greedy as she was, Boreal decided this wasn't enough. She had created new breeds: frost and wintercursed. She planned to force pets to be these; to serve her by going to normal Misticans and pushing cold into their hearts. If this do not work, Boreal had no worries, she could always use more innocent lives to do break back work for her. So, off she sent her strongest kohals to pick off animals in the Realm to be her lab-rats and servants.

Cool and his family were one of the unfortunate few that never recieved this news; they stuck more to themselves and never stopped to chat with other residents of the Realm. So when Cool's father went on his daily mission for food; Cool and his mother thought nothing of it when he was still out and hour or two after his normal coming-home time. When the hours passed by and still no sign of his father, Cool and his mother decided they would look for him. It was possible he could be injured and he wouldn't survive long in the blizzard that was forming. Cool and his mother started off by going straight in direction, and slowly searching in nooks his father might be resting in if he had hurt himself. After many hours of searching, they both realized it was a lost cause, but by then they were far from their home, and the snow was falling thick and deep, making it impossible to see two feet in front of them. They tried to head back, but neither could see and had no idea what direction to try. Finally, they gave up, and wearily, flopped down on the snow, wearily closed their eyes, and waited for the end to come.

When Cool woke up, he was surprised... to have woken up! So heaven was real, he thought drowsily. When he went to open his eyes, it wasn't soft fluffy clouds that met him - it was a pair of cold, ice blue eyes. He practically jumped in shock, and when he went to speak, ask where he was, he almost jumped again. His voice! It was cold, scratchy, not his warm, even whisper. The ahbruis whom the eyes belonged to laughed at Cool's behavior and purred briskly, "I'm sure Boreal will be with you soon to assign you your work schedule!" Boreal! Boreal?! The name sounded familiar, and he searched his mind for where he had heard it. Now he remembered. It had been a cold, crisp October night and he had been restless, choosing not to sleep as simply a bored act of rebellion. His mother had sighed and reluctantly given in to his requests for a story. She had told him quickly of a creature named Boreal, a cold hearted creature that enslaved things and jokingly warned him to be a good child or she'd hunt him down. He'd giggled at her warning, but saved the story in his mind none the less. He couldn't believe it was actually true. And that he had been taken.. and his mother... His mother! And his father! Were they okay? He went to stand up; and when he caught a glimpse of blue he looked down: a pale blue surrounded by a misty aura had replaced his bright green skin. He fell in a dead faint.

When he woke up, he was situated on a frigid cloth towel. He turned his head around softly, and noticed many other pets surrounding him. Kohals of all shapes and sizes, and others like himself. Others that had been taken from their homes, he tried not to think. He suddenly remembered his mother and father. He poked a stone kohal closest to him, and described his mother and father in a quick whisper, questioning their whereabouts. The kohal glared lightly at him, then nodded in recognition at Cool's hurried whisper. The kohal nodded to the right, and Cool smiled in relief when he recognized the faces of his parents, asleep and like his; but still them. He allowed himself a grin then decided it would be best to go back to sleep - who knew what Queen Boreal had planned for him?

When he woke up, he noticed others getting up around him and forming a large line in front of him. He hurriedly sprinted up, not bothering to neaten his towel, and joined the line behind a kohal. The line slowly made way down a stairwell made of ice and many stories long. When the line finally stopped, Cool looked around. Many stations, machines, and working places dotted the large room constructed of freezing coal. Cool caught the attention of a frost obsideon a few pets in front of him, and called out, "Where do I go?" The obsideon looked around, and then motioned at a smaller room at the edge of the main working place. Cool ventured there curiously, and took a card from the kohal positioned at the doorway; it said, "Boreal's Servant". Cool sat down at a small table in the middle of the room, and took a stack of papers in front of him. He read over the coarse paper slowly. "Boreal's Servant! This job is a great honor, only for those whom seen strong! You shall cater to Boreal's needs; craft jewelry for her; cook for her; give her ideas for taking over Mistica; and occasionally do work for her! Be grateful for this job and do it well. Or else." Cool sighed and dragged his eyes reluctantly to a small cared reading, "schedule"! It said something or another about beads, so Cool wearily took a worn box from in front of him containing what seemed to be beads made of real life ice. Cool took them, stringed together rough string, tied it together to resemble a snowflake, and strung the cold beads over it.

Cool did this for many, many months - never hearing from his parents and only repeating his daily routine of cooking, making things, and much more for Boreal. One day, sleeping after a long day of waiting on Boreal, he was poked by a small kohal. The coal eyes gleamed at him excitedly, explaining how kohals were escaping for non-arctic Mistica to be given homes by kind Misticans, and how some frosts and wintercurseds were escaping as well. Cool jumped up swiftly and hid himself in the stream of kohals making their way out of Boreal's ice mansion. He followed them throughout the snowy realm that had once been his home, and jumped onto a boat that was to take them to Darkwood Hollow; where the kohals could be created and others like himself could escape to a new life. When he was finally off the boat, and he stared at the maple and oak covered in a light frosting of snow in front of him, and suddenly remembered his parents. He searched frantically in the throng of former Boreal servants and after hours, found nothing. A sickening pang hit him as he ran out of the exit meant for others like him; it filled out into the forest and a small clutter of shops and homes. Cool ran far, until he came into a clearing inside a grove of trees. A small cottage lay there, and Cool knocked on the door, where he came upon a small ahbruis, who offered him lodging until he could find out what to do with himself.

He stayed at the ahbruis's for around a week, ignoring the Mistmas cheer around him and rather moping, heartsick. What would he do, anyway? Perhaps live alone in a tree, a simple, boring life. Perhaps become an explorer, visit around Mistica, occupying himself so he would forget his sadness. Perhaps.. the options were endless. But none included what he really wanted.. just one last glimpse of his mother and father.

One day, Mistmas, Cool was woken up by the ahbruis with a cheery greeting. She said she had a surprise for him, but Cool doubted even the grandest of things would cheer him up. He got up wearily, not exchanging the happy greeting or even smiling at the kind ahbruis. He went down the polished wooden stairs and into the kitchen. He looked briefly at the small table. Was it...? No, surely he was hallucinating. He smiled and let out his breath.. the smaller figure came up and engulfed him a large hug, confirming his thoughts.

It was his mother and father.

Name | Cool, for the weather in the realm

Alias | Only Cool

Gender | Male

Age | In his late teens

Species | Purely draklaita; colored frost

Mate | Is very close to the ahbruis that housed him in his despair - Natori

Occupation | Works with MeriKlaus in the Ornament shop come Mistmastime

Family | His mother and father

Personality | Very grateful of his freedom, generally happy and peaceful

Collections

To remind him of everything he's been through; every time he looks at it it reminds him to be grateful. Of his family being together, of his freedom, of his happiness compared to his sorrow back then.

To remind him, though lightly, of some of things he made at Boreal's. Also in support of the guy who is enemies with Boreal, and might take her down one day! (;

To keep it as a reminder of the home he possessed so very long ago - the peaceful, cold realm. Though he sometimes misses it compared to the normally mild hollow, the snowflake makes him feel happy while still content of his home now.

To remind him of the tiny kohal who helped him escape, the tiny kohal who decided to wake him up out of kindness. The one he owes his freedom and joy to.

Pet Comments

Charm says Ah, Cool! Enjoy your new home ^_^

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