Inspiration: "Ancient Pokémon"
He flexed his body like a cat as he crept through the tall grass. Quietly, he made his way forward with nothing but a spear and a net in his hands as he pulled himself closer to his target. He couldn't make a sound. If he did, the creature could do one of several things. At worst, it could run away; at best, it could attack him.
Carefully, he pushed his head over the stiff, green blades all around him to get a better view. The purple monster stiffened as its eyes caught sight of the hood of the Mightyena cape adorning the human. The lifeless pelt did nothing but stare at him with closed eyes, and though it certainly was unusual, the human's target, a Nidorino, could sense no threat. With that, it lowered its head and grazed a bit more on the fallen fruit of the tree it stood beside.
The human, however, was still a bit unnerved. What if Nidorino had seen him? What if it sensed him? With both questions in mind, he pressed himself to the ground and made his way forward for a bit longer.
Minutes passed as the human crept along. No footsteps indicated that his target had left. This was a relief. He knew he had to catch one of the monsters outside his village, and this was the best chance he had. The opportunity to prove himself worthy was right within his grasp. He just had to take it.
He peeked above the swaying grass once more. Nidorino was still there, only resting this time after eating all of the fruit available. The creature was in a detached state; it was not asleep, nor was it awake. It was both, but it was slowly slipping into a slumber. There could never have been a better time for the boy to take action.
With a great cry, he leaped up and threw the spear at Nidorino. The rabbit-like Pokémon's eyes shot open, but it wasn't until the spear became stuck on its right shoulder when it took action. It leapt to its feet and charged forward, ignoring any sort of pain and the steady loss of blood from its wound. Quickly, the youth moved out of the way of this mad dash before throwing out the net. The hemp ropes landed softly on the body of the injured Nidorino, but the enraged beast still attempted to attack the human. However, its legs became entangled in the mess of the net, and it stumbled forward before landing with a great thud at the youth's feet.
As Nidorino struggled, the youth pulled out the spear, took off his fur pelt, and pressed the latter onto Nidorino's wound to stop it from bleeding.
"I will help you if you agree to become my partner," the boy offered in his archaic tongue.
In response, the proud Pokémon turned its head towards the boy and shot a stream of white needles from its mouth. The attack caught the youth off guard, and he was hit in the stomach with the entirety of the Nidorino's Poison Sting. He screamed and wrapped his arms around his torso as he fell to his side next to the fallen Pokémon. Blood ran out of the youth's wound and colored his bare arms and animal skin pants with a bright, red color. The boy shivered as his blood mixed with the dying Nidorino's. He knew he did his best, but that was the end.
Nidorino snorted and stared the boy straight in the eye, and for the first time in his life, the child saw the savagism of both the Nidorino and nature itself. He knew how vicious the world could be, but never had he really fathomed the beauty of its untamed purity. It was nothing to be commanded but instead something that should be revered. He remembered a village elder telling him this as a warning, and at that point, he wished he paid heed when he had the chance.
As it was, all he could do was close his eyes to his quickly fading world. With his last breath, he said one thing and one thing only to his companion.
"Forgive me, Nidorino."