Foreign Fantasies
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, GAMEFREAK or anything involving the like. I only own my pixels on my Pokemon games I play and the idea for a fan fic that involves two very unique Pokemon that have zero fan fics... until now.
It was a mid summers night, the air was cool and clear. A hint of Mago berries frolicked throughout the starry skies. A couple Kricketots chirped in the background. Tonight, was the perfect night. A night of fate and joyous humble gratitude to being whatever you were built to be. And that night, as quickly as the clouds were moving, something was stirring beneath the thickets of that Mago berry tree.
"Guuuul~" the Pokemon cheered, picking the various sweets from the branches thrusted at his direction. A huge bundle of them lay at his paint splattered toes. Big ones, bright ones, rare ones, all different colored berries. So vast and wide array that even a Porygon would be tickled pink to try and mimic their flavors.
The cream like beret upon the Pokemon's head shifted as he cleverly plucked the last from that tree in his reach. He then walked a couple feet, out in the open field of short and glistening dew covered grass. He pulled the leaf that carried all his valued goods there and returned to the thickets for a moment only to reveal a soft carved, thin piece of bark.
Sitting now and admiring his canvas, the Pokemon whipped out it's tail and after finding a pebble amongst the feverish blades of grass, he grounded the berries into different colors. He rolled his long silky fur into the dye and began to paint. A favorite and common habit of any Smeargle.
The night had gone on while the humble artist at work slowly tired. The painting was almost as beautiful as the sky itself. But something was missing. It was just too bland and simple. In fact, this Smeargle was a tad bit tired of painting the same scenery night after night. But the last time he had decided to do so in the evening or morning... trainers would attack him. He did not understand why they chased after him. He figured they were jealous he could capture the moment in a couple tail movements.
Then it caught his eye while he was in thought.
The moment he had been wanting to capture in all the endless nights he had traveled.
The Pokemon glided across the blanket of stars as if to graze the moon's face in a welcoming gesture.
"Jaaaaaa~" the shedded skin was crisp and lifeless, cold and heavenly in appearance.
And as this Pokemon flew towards the rocky mountains across from the open meadows where the Smeargle had wandered. He knew that was the answer for his art, that he had been looking for all along.
Sorry this first chapter is so short. I hope that the next one comes soon and is longer. Please review if you feel up to it C: I have Pokemon White and would love to trade/chat lemme know!