It had been some time since Glare had lost her Master to the Galactic geeks. Since then she had been wandering from town to town, trying to get by little by little. This morning she was wandering through a half deserted village. Over night, what the humans had commonly named the 'Shadow Spread' on the news, had spread even closer to where Glare was. Some of the humans had fled the village, while other loyally stayed put, not wanting to run away from their so called 'Fate'. Glare spat at the ground at the very thought. Glare didn't believe in fate, and if there was so called fate, then she would confront it when the time came. She came to a bakery where the Baker was packing up everything. It appeared that he was leaving the village as well. His children ran into the car and a gorgeous lady stepped out carry what looked to be extremely heavy bags. The wedding ring slipped delicately on her finger made it obvious she was married to the Baker. Glare's stomach growled loudly, and she curled over a little. It must have been some time since she ate anything. Even though she would have preferred a little meet, Glare had learned to make do with what was around her, and right now it was a Bakery full of pastries and cakes. She stumbled over the the Baker who was getting everything ready in his shop, Glare's eyes were falsely glazed over with tears as she looked up at the man. She tilted her head to the side and allowed her stomach to growl. As it did, she furthered her acting by reacting as though the sound inflicted pain.
"-Vile" she mutter gently before closing her eyes and falling to the ground, hoping to get some food.
"Oh dear! You poor creature! You look absolutely starved!" The man stated while running behind the counter and pulling out as much bread, pastries and cakes as he could. He knelt on the floor and cupped her head in his hand. With his bulky skilled fingers, he parted her lips and slipped a bit of bread into it. When the sensation of food touched Glare's tongue, she softly chewed on it. The Baker smiled in relief and stood up as Glare opened her eyes and moved herself into a sitting position. "You can have everything that's here. Help yourself to it. I have no need for it anymore." Glare looked up at him, and forced a smile before he walked out of the door.
When the Baker had gotten into his car, Glare snickered to herself and chomped down quickly on all the delectables in front of her. The smile on her mouth widened and soon she had a full belly and one last slice of cake. She had felt even better since some of the pastries had chunks of meat in them. All together it was quite a feast for the wild Weavile. Nomming down on her last slice of cake, she walked back out into the street. People were running frantically around, the last lots of people who wanted to leave, were now leaving. A women bumped into Glare, causing her cake to fly out of her hands and smack her right in the face. Her face twitched with anger, and with so much power of anger she cried extremely loudly. "YOU B*ST*RDS!" Although to the humans it justed sounded like an extremely loud "WEA WEAAAAVILE!". And with that cry, an huge Ice beam came from the small Glare and froze everything and everyone in it's path. She grumbled and wiped the cake off of her face. She climbed her way onto the frozen beam she had just made, and got a gorgeous view of the village. She turned to where the humans were running from and saw something that she was looking for. A huge dome of darkness was casting a forever increasing shadow over the places around it. "There you are." Glare spoke to herself, understanding that somewhere in there was Darkrai. It wasn't the Pokémon's fault that Glare's master Gerald was killed by the Galactic geeks, but Glare didn't want to sit around and be under the control of some bigged up Pokémon who she didn't see fit as any kind of ruler. Glare felt the necklace around her neck and closed her eyes. "I can't do it on my own."
