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ᴛᴇɴʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇsᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀʙᴏʏs

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ᴍɪʟᴇs

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ᴍᴀʟᴇ



Trainer/Mentor
ᴀʀʙʀᴇ - a magical willow tree.
"I have many names, I am called all names and also none." The tree spoke, when little Miles asked what to call it. "Then I will call you Arbre," the little one responded "it means tree." And the ground began to shake as if the tree was laughing. Oh, how it was.
There are many stories about magical trees, all over the world. Most of them, perhaps, have their origin from this willow tree, who is said to be older as time and actually a spiritual being, guarding the world. Many explorers have tried to find it, but all of them failed. This tree, it is said, can not be found, but it finds you. One of the most known stories says, that the tree exists in another, timeless, dimension, where you can stay as long as you want without growing old. Only the tree himself can open a portal to enter or exit this dimension, therefore only those whom the tree wants to see, are able to find him. Most of the time these are beings, no matter which species, who are searching for shelter and protection. The tree will lead them to him and watch over them, as long as they need it.
The tree spirit is omniscient, meaning that he is not only present in his dimension, but in all of time. His roots can touch every single moment in history that has existed, is currently happening or will exist, no matter how far away in time. Sometimes he embraces beings into his protection and keeps watching over them, even though they have long left his realm. Miles is one of them. Even though the little one does not remember, Miles has been hatched under the leaves of the willow tree. His mother, Monique, had just laid the egg, when they started tracking her down. Humans, hunters, who were after her, after she had stolen from a shop in order to survive, because she had previously escaped from a lab. The keepers of the lab were after her too. The tree felt her misery and took her in, he kept her under his protection until the Viscling was born. And then he promised her, that he will look after little Miles, no matter what, and that he will embrace him into his protection, should it ever be neccessary. And it appeared to be and the tree kept his word.
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Backstory
Soon after Miles has hatched and the tree gave his promise, Monique took her child and together, they left the tree's realm again. Their way lead them back to Canada, were the little one would grow up under the love and care of his monther; a father he never had, as Monique had gotten pregnant when she still was under captivity, luckily she was able to flee and find shelter under the magic tree, before her child was born.
But since they still returned to where she came from, even though the tree offered to open her the door into another part of the world, where she would not have to worry about being hunted down, mother and child were never truly at rest. Whoever was after Miles' mother never gave up, so they often had to hide and run. Mainly because of this, little Miles never made many friends in his early childhood, but he still always enjoyed his life and gave his mother joy in the happy bundle of fur he was.
Still, some things never seemed right about the Viscling. It wasn't the mane that differentiated, mane mutations were not that uncommon for Viscets, and his mother had one too. It was his tail, which even when he hatched didn't look right. It was not as long as it should have been, the top fur was missing and it was thicker, similar to a fox' tail. Monique knew, that they, who hunted her, would also soon be after her son, as soon as they noticed his tail for sure. He would then be even more valuable to them than she was, because she only used to be one of the breeding objects. But what her worried most, was the fact, that her little darling suddenly stopped to grow after a while. Whenever they met other Viscets and she had a chance to see Visclings grow, she would realise more and more, that something was not quite right with her baby. And soon, they noticed too. Just when Monique thought, that they had given up on her and Miles, they were after them again. But she knew: They were after her son now, she was no longer important. So she decided with a heavy heart to lure them into a trap and leave her son behind. She was ready to give up everything, would it mean that Miles was safe. During one night, she build a bundle out of an old piece of clothing and some grass and hay and disappeared, hoping they would swallow the bait, leaving her son alone.
Her hopes should be heard, at least for a while; until they caught her and realised, that they had been fooled. And little Miles was without a mother, an orphan and a stray on the streets of Quebec. Stray animals, mainly dogs and cats, were not uncommon, but a Viscet was. Since the grown ones were basically giants, they tent to keep away from the cities - not like Miles, who stayed there in order to survive. He hid behind packs of dogs, stole from dumpsters and sometimes he took a stroll through the park, hoping that humans would spare some food, like they did for the squirrels and birds.
On one of his occassional strolls through the park, he noticed, that someone was following him. He held his tiny nose into the air, sniffing - it was another Viscet. And he started to remember what his mother once told him: that there were evil ones even amongst their own kind, who would track others down to harm them. He turned around and looked into the cold blue eyes of a black Viscet, staring at him as if he was prey, just a piece of meat. Struck be fear, he did the only thing he was good at: He hid behind a tree, between it's roots, and hoped, that the black one would not notice him. Trying to hold his breath, making no sound at all, he could hear him sniffing, growling, looking for him - and finding him. And he prayed for someone, something, to save him, closed his eyes and then started to run again.
Still running through the park, suddenly he found himself in the middle of a deep forest. He was surrounded by so much green, that he stopped running and looked around in awe, even though his heart was still racing, in fear of the black one, who was after him. And then he saw it: a giant tree, that seemed to touch the sky and the center of the earth at the same time. Slowly, he approached it and made a jump backwards in surprise, when the tree suddenly spoke: "Be not afraid, little one. I have been waiting for you."
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~ SilverSamurai granted me to include their Story in mine ~

Present Day Story
Miles has already spent a while under the protection of the tree, but if asked, he would not be able to tell you how long. Three days? Maybe. Three weeks? Possible. Three months? He would not doubt it. Even if the tree had told him, that it had already been three years, he would have believed him. The days and nights were one, Miles had long lost count and he would not have been able to tell any changes, because he himself never changed anyway. At least he was safe now, even though he missed his mother.
One day, he looked up at the tree and asked. "Why were they after me?" Even though Miles never said a word about whom he was talking about, the tree knew, had he not saved his mother from them too. But he could not dare to tell him the truth, the little Viscling did not deserve to hear stories about monsters in his own row. So he told him: "They envy you for whom you are." And Miles tilt his head, looking up at the giant tree in confusion. "Why should they envy me?" - "Because", the tree told "you are one of my kind. Have you ever wondered, why you do not grow? Surely you have. You, my child, have been born under my protection, your mother has sought me out and you were hatched right here, were you now stand. In my realm, my land without time. That is why you do not grow, Miles, because you are timeless, just as I am." - "And they hunt me, because I am special?" - "Yes, my child." The willow touched the Viscling with it's branches, like the soft, stroking hand of a parent. "You are special."
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Under the protection of the tree, Milow grew up. His appearance might not change, as he still is the little Viscling that was left behind by his mother, but his personality changed a great deal. The frightened, small child turned into a strong youngling, knowing his place and his strenghts and especially knowing how to defend himself.
One day, Miles approached the tree, after he had been around the forest to hunt. He has learned to use his small size for his advantage and now he was ready to take care of himself. "Arbre", he said to the tree "I wish to return home." A soft breeze let all the plants in the forest shiver, it was the tree's sigh, realising that his protegee indeed had grown up. "And I will grant your wish, my child. But I wish you to take this." And something fell out of the tree, slowly sailing down the air until it landed in front of Miles' feet. A red piece of cloth, which he put around his neck right away. "If you wish to return, it will take you back to me." The tree said, touching Milo with his branches one last time, before he opened a gate leading back to the present.
Milo smiled at the tree one last time, entering the gate and closing his eyes, while crossing it. His heart skipped a beat and for a moment he wanted to rush back into the embrace of the tree. But he felt, that it was still there, and he held onto his courage. He knew, that he was ready for what was to come. He was one of the tree's kind, but he could not stay there forever. So he opened his eyes again, looking at his surroundings. It seemed as if not a second had passed.
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Extra - Present Day Story continued
He looked around, seeing the sun shining down on the park and he heard a distant clock tower striking twelve midday. Only then reality struck him: He had been away for two years. Had he thought that nothing changed, he only now realised that, in fact, everything had. The park looked different, more modern, and when he left, the clock tower had been under construction, because it had been hit by lightning. Everything had changed, except for him, he thought. But then he recalled, that he himself had changed too. Maybe not on the outside, there he still was the small, helpless Viscling, but he grew on the inside. He could feel it, even though he did not understand it, because in his heart, he still was a child, and probably would be one forever.
He looked around cautionally, just in case the black Viscet was back to get him again. But neither did he feel threatened, nor did he see anything that could have been worrysome. So he turned around, walking through the park, having the sun shining on his orange pelt, when he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye. He turned around, directly looking at a small Viscling, just like him, who squealed in fear and hid behind a bench, whining.
Miles approached the small one and he could feel on his chest what he had to do: This was, what the tree had lead him to do - to help others, to care for others, this was his calling. This was why he had to return.
It was not difficult to get the Viscling to trust him, he himself appeared to be a Viscling too, after all. Miles showed him how to search for food, how to beg and how to steal. And soon, the two bonded and became practically inseparable. Not a long time passed, only a few days at most, before the two of them found another abandoned Viscling and took them into their rows. Soon, they were not only three, but even five, then six. Miles appeared as their leader, with the Viscling he found first as his right hand.
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It was another day, but the sun wasn't shining, instead the thunder was rumbling and Miles could smell, that rain was not far. The six of them were on search for food again,but they were no longer at the park or in this city at all, because they had decided to move on, because the humans were starting to threaten them. They had moved to a lesser inhabitated area, now living in the forest, but still close to a human village. While Miles was sitting on a tree, watching over his pack of small Viscets, most of them being 'the tree's kind', just like him, meaning that they would never grow up, they were searching for berries and fungi or hunting for small prey, like mice or rabbits. He was proud of himself and he could feel in his chest, that Arbre, the magic willow tree, was too. He had done what the tree had always wanted him to do: To be like him, an embracing hug for those in need. He was meant to take others under his wing, to protect them, to teach them how to grow up, even if their bodies could not. But there was something, that still bothered him; something that he could not get out of his mind. He turned his head, caught a glimpse of a move and almost expected to see the black Viscet again, still looking for him.
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Could I request an extension? This past week has been crazy and havent been able to get online much.

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