The Wild Man Of Pokemon

Finally waking up, I see a dirt roof. Beside me, fur rustled. The blue Meowstic placed its paw on my shoulder.

Its eyes showed pride.

In the center of the room, was an Oddish. A dead Oddish.

Getting up, I shakily saunter to it. The Meowstic have not done anything to it yet.

"Do you have anything sharp? I need to dismantle it quickly before it rots."

The Meowstic raised their claws, extending them by several inches.

"That'll have to do."

They let me guide them, allowing me to figure things out for myself. I had them start with the leaves on its head, removing them. An onion smell wafted from the incisions. Carefully examining the corpse, I have the Meowstic slice a line down its back.

Green goop sloshed out. Seeing it pool on the den floor, I make a note to get a separate room for dismantling.

Clearing the goop from its body, I find a fibrous flesh inside. Next, I had the Meowstic skin it. I did discover that there is a stomach on the underside of the body. The Meowstic accidentally nicked it, spilling its acidic contents.

Finding the acid interesting, I poke it with my club. The end fizzled and sputtered. There were many uses I could come up with using this. I could boil it to concentrate it, increasing its potency, use it in a trap, or even as a weapon if I could properly contain it. Sadly, it would be unsuitable in traps for food catching. It would render the meat inedible.

Planning to experiment on a different subject later, I shovel some dirt onto the acid. Later, I will carry it out to dispose of it.

Proceeding with the disassembly, I find that there is a brain just behind the eyes. It was about the size of a walnut. Putting it with the flesh, we just about finish dissecting the body. I surmise that the Oddish was mainly the brain, the muscles, the stomach, and then the leaves.

I was perplexed about where a lot of its move set comes from. There was no organ for dust production anywhere. I imagine most of the poison attacks were derived from the stomach, but that only explains half of it. Sleep powder, poison powder, and stun spore had to be produced somewhere else.

In the corner of my eye, I see the leaves. Picking one up, I gazed at it closely.

With my enhanced sight, I could see little nodes. I squeezed one with my nails and a few specks of blue came out. Raising my eyebrows, even more questions are raised. The leaves appear to be the primary source of the powders, but where do the properties actually come from? Are there sequences deep down in the Oddish's DNA that determine what type of powder an Oddish is able to produce? Can they make multiple types or just the one and they are stuck with that forever?

So many things to discover!

Storing my contemplation for later, I then go back to the meat. Since it is plant based, I would say it is okay to eat raw. Taking a bite, I wince back from the astringent onion flavor. My eyes teared and I gagged from the potency.

Handing it to the Meowstic, "Do you want it, its too strong for me."

Nodding, they happily tore into the meat. Nincada popped out from his den. Seeing the meat being eaten by the cat like Pokemon without even being offered any was a big insult. Making sure his disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e known, I felt an onslaught of anger.

Seeing the Nincada in a rage was adorable, though I do feel a little guilty. Snatching a piece from the Meowstic, I passed it to the Nincada. It chirped it forgiveness.

In a little under five minutes, the Oddish was consumed, leaving its skin and leaves. The skin was a bit rubbery, but I think it could be used as an extra layer of protection, plus it was resistant to powder and poison moves.

The leaves were a different matter entirely, I believe I could weaponize them. They were still chocked full of sleep powder and so long as I don't go against a grass type, it was an effective tranquilizer.

Leaving that for the morning, I placed the velvety leaves in a place where they won't be stepped on. I walk to bed, feeling fatigued from today's events. Closing my eyes, I fall to the dream realm.

.........…..

The sun rose in the underground chamber. Not that I would know, being underground and all. But the Meowstic did. Somehow, they were always up just as morning came, same time everyday.

I ask them how they do it, but all I got was a shrug. Sighing at my companions satisfaction of the unknown, I go about my day.

Nincada helped me turn the Oddish leaves into a weapon. We took some sticks from the grove and my insectoid companion shaved the branches into uniform pieces. After, I had Nincada use string shot to bind six branches into a fan. Situating the leaves between each spoke, Nincada tightly stitched them.

Picking up the final product, I had a fan that when shaken, should release a tranquilizer. It was still rudimentary in design, but it should be effective. Holding the clunky grip, I gently swung it around.

The grip was rough and hard to hold with my four year old hands, but for what I plan to use it for, it will suffice.

Then taking the skin, I had Meowstic cut it down to a square sheet, leaving as much material as possible. Nincada then lined it with with sticky thread and I attached some of the soft leaves on the inside. Wrapping it around my arm, Nincada stitched it closed, making a vambrace. There was only enough skin to make one, but I plan to remedy that soon.

Showing off my new weapon and armor, I posed dramatically.

"Now I am ready to try hunting again."

The Meowstic shook there head, incredulous at me for wanting to do this again. In the end, they still conceded.

.........…..

We traveled to somewhere close to the river. Considering that my fan will not work on grass types, we came here to look for a normal type, Sentret. I do remember they are on the lower end of the power spectrum, but so was Oddish. My measure of power was obviously still off. Not taking any chances, I was on guard.

Currently, we made a spot at a bend where the grove was nearby. I hoped that after a Pokemon eats, they go to the river to drink. Me and the male Meowstic were in a bush, communicating through thought rays. It was good practice, being so close to each made it easy to send thoughts back and forth.

Mainly about Pokemon culture and how the hierarchy works.

In general, there were a few high level Pokemon that governs a territory. They rule their domain as dictators; some benevolent, others not so much.

Most make a peaceful community, where Pokemon only eat Pokemon from other territories. Some will be passive where Pokemon govern themselves.

In the latter, Pokemon of like kinds will group together to hunt and/or defend from other species. There will be a few loners that move about like nomads. But in general, the owner does not care what goes on unless it affects them directly.

Then there are Pokemon that rule like a tyrant, demanding food be brought as tribute. That nasty Toxicroak falls into that category. In the Pokemon world, might makes right. The strongest gets to make the rules, and the weakest falls in line.

When moving from territory to territory, it is polite to give the top dog a gift, to make moving about the territory more amenable.

Sometimes, a real aggressive Pokemon will come around and challenge the leader. This results in a destructive battle that harms a chunk of the area. This is actually what happened to the previous owner of this territory.

A strong Aegislash had challenged the leader, an Alakazam, to a duel for territory rights. It was an extreme battle that neither Pokemon backed down from. In the end, both had mutually destroyed the other.

The Pokemon lamented the loss of their leader. Alakazam had been a kind and wise creature.

Nowadays, most Pokemon have a disdain to the Aegislash line. Its so bad that all Honedge and Doublade are not welcomed on the mountain.

On another note, there is not a consensus on Pokemon's opinion of humans. Some welcome them, some are apathetic, and some just plain hate humans. It is a flip of the coin on the stance a Pokemon will take.

Here, many will not care about my presence. Even if I eat other Pokemon. They understand on a fundamental level that to eat they will have to do what is necessary to get food. A particular pack might not like me for it, but they won't hunt me down for revenge at the same time.

It was at that point that I saw something. Dark brown rings banded its tail. Chubby arms hung from a fat body. Long rabbit ears twitched on its head.

It was my prey.

Slowly shifting, I grabbed my battle fan. The Sentret was a few feet away, sipping at the water. A little closer and I was in what I believed to be optimal distance. As fast and as hard as possible, I flapped the fan, creating a blue cloud of dust.

Before it knew what was happening, it was covered in sleep powder. It jolted and tried to run away, but the dust was already in its system. It convulsed on the ground trying to move, hardly able to keep its eyes open. Grabbing my club, I bashed it on the head. For good measure, I did it a few more times until I knew it was dead.

Meowstic purred a well done before coming over, ready to skin it. There was not much about the Sentret that made it different from a squirrel or something. We divided the meat into sections and left the organs for the fishes. The fur, I wanted to try and tan, perhaps get some leather to make armor with.

I did keep the bones as that could be used for weapons and if boiled, nutrition.

Wrapping everything up in leaves, we started to head back to the den.

.........…..

Pokemon are seriously over powered. Have I ever mentioned that? Well they are.

When we got back to the den, I wanted to cook the meat. While there was some grumbles from the resident Pokemon, they admitted it might not be safe for human consumption.

Anyway, I had made a stack of wood at the entrance preparing for a fire. However I didn't have anything to light it. The white Meowstic, seeing my trouble, called forth lightning and struck the logs. Instant campfire.

After that, it was a simple matter of skewering the meat on Nincada sharpened branches and we had meal fit for a few.

As expected, the meat was bland and stringy, but to my overbearing top taste buds, it was a feast.

Burping in satisfaction, I was ready for a nap. Meowstic returned inside to do just that, but instead of following, I decided to try tanning the hide. I made a few posts with Nincada and then strung the skin up like I saw at a Native American crafts festival. It was tilted and faced the direction that the sun was falling.

For the next few hours, I passed what remained of the afternoon hanging out with Nincada, who was happy for the conversation. It was nothing complicated, what we liked to do and what not. I did learn about that vibrations I felt at night was Nincada absorbing nutrients from the ground.

It was interesting to hear about how Nincada interacts with the earth. As the sun was setting, I checked the hide, feeling its pliant fleshy texture.

Taking a course rock, I then scrapped the hide, getting whatever bits were left on it off. After that, I left the hide out to further dry during the day. Heading inside, I crawled in bed, inviting myself to the land of Morpheus.

.........…..

Morning passed and around noon the following day, I checked my hide. Only to find it gone. The posts were still there, but the strings were cut.

I lamented my stupidity. Of course some creature was going to take it, it was practically a free snack.

"Huuh"

Well no use in crying over spoiled milk. I just need to hunt more and try again.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon in any shape or form.