Middle of Nowhere Ch. 14 - Dance of Despair
The weavile smirked, placed one of its claws up near its head, and then seemed to vanish. not more than a second later, the weavile appeared behind the daring azumarill, kneeling down and with both of its claws extended.
Pokémon: Darkest Taboo, Pt39
The image wavered as it grew transparent before fading away, realizing too late that she had been duped into attacking the weavile's after image. **"no!"
Pokémon: Darkest Taboo, Pt26.
** the weavile snorted fobbing toph's comment off, oni was not in the mood to care about the espeon's laziness at that point in time.
The Queen of Winter
Ace arrived at a large lake and decided to cross to try to mislead to the weavile's herd. but the weavile herd were good skaters on the ice. they were in their element. his body don't take anymore and fell to the ground.
Trials and Typing
The weavile felt good after that, having a personal thing against dragon types, "i had to do it rufus.
The Evil of Love Chapter 8
That was when taleen got on one knee, and began ramming her claws right into the base of the weavile's skull. she stabbed away again, and again, and again, until her claws were in deep enough to push right into the weavile's brain.
After the Storm - Part 35 [A Glimmer of Hope]
The weavile made a gagged coughing sound. "that's plan a?" the scraggy didn't seem to understand why the weavile had to ask that. "yeah. what's so wrong about that?"
[Revised] Armageddon: Prologue - "Crestfallen" (Start Here)
Their daughter, a shiny sneasel, was curled up in the mother weavile's arms; whimpering at the loud noises and the disparity of their situation. another gunshot sounded; grazing the father weavile's maroon headdress.
Pokémon: Darkest Taboo, Pt32
**"weavile...wea...vile...vile..weavile...weavile...weav!"** [everyone has at least one moment of fame in the spot light!]
North and South Chapter 3: The Lone Island
Fisher exclaimed, but his words fell on deaf ears as the weavile launched himself at zeraora, claws raised as he lunged at him. zeraora, with blinding speed, ducked out of the way of his attack, swiping his claw at the weavile.
Chapter 1: The runic Lucario
Coronet with a weavile beside him, when the peace is shattered by a scream of pain. "what?!" the weavile cried out and got in an battle position, the man look towards where the sound came from. "that didn't sound to good, come zelvina."
[c] Stock
The cinderace exchanged a glance with the weavile and then nodded. "get the sign." his companion walked over to a small wooden sign that had been laying face down in the dirt, pulling it up. "you can handle it, huh?" the weavile said.