Darkwing Duck Bushroot Novels & Stories

"Druvius." I saw Varek's eyes widen slightly, and he shifted uncomfortably where he stood. Aeron squeezed my shoulder softly. "Are you sure?" The healer got up. "Yes, that is indeed correct. Like I said, it is extremely rare. I do not know the antidote though." That dreaded silence fell over the room again. Then he looked at me. "Do you?" I paused, piecing together those fragments again. "We need Bloodroot," I muttered. "Bloodroot and the essence of sage," I continued.

The healer interrupted his celebration. “Ivy’s wolf is on the weaker side. That’s why the pup isn’t stable and she’s experiencing bleeding and anemia. We suggest treating her with bloodroot. The problem is, it’s extremely rare…” “I don’t care how much it costs!” Aden said immediately. “I’ll buy it.” “It’s not about money. Bloodroot only grows in Southland. Even in ten years, you might not find a single one.” Suddenly, Aden remembered something and turned toward me.

Chris asked, narrowing his eyes. The chemist shook his head quickly. “I’m not sure. It’s an incredibly rare drug, one that has been outlawed in both the human world and werewolf world for over a hundred years. It’s typically made from the root of a moonwillow tree.” “I see. Thank you,” Chris said, curtly snatching the baggie back. Without another word, he then turned on his heel and stormed out of the clinic, his shoulders tense. I quickly thanked the chemist and scrambled to follow Chris, calling his name.

Herbology had never been my strongest subject, not next to anatomy or diagnostics. I dropped to my knees at the edge of the third bed, my mind going back to the coffee shop a week ago, Damon holding my book out of reach. “There’s a hemostatic herb,” he had said. “Works on nearly everyone. Except in a handful of rare blood conditions, where instead of clotting, it either boils the blood off entirely or turns it solid in the vein. Name it.” I hadn’t even needed to think that time. Bloodroot. I remembered the plant’s structure. Dark green leaves with red tips. Dark crimson veins spiderwebbing out from the centers. Fuzzy, prickly stems.

“And this one, Southern wolf?” “Moon-pale root,” I said without missing a beat, drawing from the years I spent watching the swamp-healers in the South handle the deadly flora of the marshlands. “If you crush it into tea, it mimics the symptoms of a standard fever for three days before the internal bleeding starts.” Genevieve sneered, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. “Fascinating what they teach the low-born in the dirt packs. One would think you spent your childhood practicing assassination.”

We walked into the woods, and I felt the tension in my shoulders melt away. I can see it has a similar affect on Dominic, noting the very slight smiling at the edge of his mouth, tweaking his normally brooding face. I stop occasionally to look at a plant, and he asks me what I know about them. “This will be a huckleberry bush, in a month or so,” I say, already tasting the sweet berries that will ripen on the branches. “And on this oak tree, too there delicious Laetiporus sulphureous, or ‘chicken of the woods,’” I tell him.

“He died the moment i threw him off the Execution Cliff.” Several warriors laughed with him. Hidden in the darkness, I clenched my fists. They still believed the lie. And for now… That lie was the only reason I was still alive. --- When we returned to camp, there was no rest waiting for us. Only preparation. The wolves and vampires gathered in the clearing while the bloodroot was brought forward. The dark crimson roots were crushed and mixed carefully. Using bloodroot once was dangerous. Using it twice was worse. Anything beyond that could kill.

It only blooms at night and was highly sought for a love potion. VERDANT BAMBOO- the stem is extremely tough and can be used to forge weapons like 'verdant bow' and 'piercing arrows'. It can easily pierce through one's body. Due to the extreme speed of the arrow when the two are paired together, it is capable of killing one without even leaving behind a wound. VIOLET ROSE FLOWER is used for soaking and marinating beast meat to further accentuate its flavor. ROOTED EARTH GRASS & GREEN CICADA HEART LEAF can help nourish one's body. The wine made from it can exude an alluring fragrance similar to lilies and musk.

wagers Carey with a wink. “I’ll have a berry blast thanks,” I say cheerfully. He chuckles, “Aren’t we confident?” “On your marks, get set, go!” Shouts Roland and quickly we are each taking off into the woods. While everyone sprints on ahead, I stop and take a moment to sniff the air. Soon I catch the scent of something that definitely does not belong in the forests in Oregon. I can smell bloodroot. It’s a white flower, similar in appearance to a daisy, my dad showed them to me once when he was teaching me all about supernatural weaknesses.

I heard Eric shout, “You’re going the wrong way, idiots!” We had less that half an hour to execute our plan so we wasted no time. We ran to the far edge of our territory to find something that was pivotal to our plan. Hockwort. Hockwort was a plant that Joel had introduced us to years ago, and all three of us knew where the only patch of it was in these woods. Hockwort, when rubbed all over the body, could mask the scent of even the smelliest wolf. We had used it on many occasions to avoid detection when we were bunking off various training sessions.