A/N: The image is not mine! OO:
I take no credit, it's just too cute and fitting for Marceline's Weedle! X3
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Leaves crunched against the ground as Marce trekked the makeshift, dirt path. The sun just barely peeked through the leaves of the trees but it was enough to not make the path dark, Pokemon, ranging from a Pikachu, tailow, aipom, wormadams, metapod, caterpie, and more, all watched her from behind/inside of trees or in bushes.
A mysterious vibe to the girl caught the gazes of many that she passed, as her eyes remained glued to the treetops and clouds that she could barely see. Thoughts swirled in her eyes for the longest time, although when a faint buzzing sound reached her ears, those hazel hues blinked and looked to the side.
In the distance, she could see a small clearing and a Beedrill or two that kept hovering above a curled-up Weedle. Quivering from the faint gashes it seemed to have, it was hard to notice from the distance but she could definitely tell it was wounded.
T- That Weedle. It's hurt! Without thinking, through the grass alongside the makeshift path, her feet didn't even hesitate when she ran to the poor thing. Over a log, she jumped and came into the tiny clearing that she hadn't realized was infested by Beedrill. She knew, since her childhood and learning about pokemon from specific classes in school, that Weedle always remained around its other forms; that Beedrill were more than likely to appear if its weaker forms were so much as touched.
So, leaving a few feet between her and the quivering Weedle, she sat onto her knees and kept her head lowered. "Beedrill! If you can hear me... I will not touch or harm any of your family. All I wish is to have permission to heal this Weedle! It's in pain and I can use a simple potion to help it," explained the brunette as she sat there anxiously. Her hazel eyes, now more determined than ever, a hint of fear was noticeable but she knew that it wouldn't be smart to make any sudden movements.
Help... Me. Small, subtle, pained, it was difficult to make out if the voice was a boy's or a girl's when the tiny Weedle struggled to lift its head and view the kneeling woman. From hearing its faint pokemon cry, that sounded like clear English to her, her attention peeked at the shaking pokemon for a second and viewed the ground again.
More and more buzzes, then, many Beedrill making their cry came down from the treetops in a horde of ten to twenty at most. Maybe even more, but it was hard to tell when her head was really low and the fact that she couldn't see them.
If I stay completely still, show no signs of hostility, I'm praying right now that they don't try and attack me... her thoughts, full of concern and fear, echoed while she sat there in anticipation.
Now, she can definitely tell they were closer. The sounds of their buzzing wings were literally above her head and they all hovered around her like bees to a hive. "I mean no harm, to any of you. I just can't sit by while a pokemon is hurt!" This time, with a more confident voice and her head lowering more, to show respect, all had fallen silent. The second the buzzes have stopped, her head rose up to peek, and over thirty Beedrill either stood on the ground staring at her or hid in the tree branches.
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Pokemon: Blood Curse!
FanfictionBlurb: Something, within her veins, kept her separate from the rest of the world and kept her from being treated normally; something, that Marceline Shade doesn't know about. For her life growing up was strange and concerning to her parents, even t...
