[CC] Viscera - Alchemist

A loud crash echoued through the cavern, the walls shuddering beneath the sheer force of the feral dragon as it collided with them, shaking itself it turned maddened eyes to where Viscera panted, her teeth barred in a snarl of her own, blood dripping from the bite on her arm, the limb struggling to hold one of her weapons; but her other arm which gripped the second sword was still, waiting, both of them panting. The feral beast hesistated for a single second, the wounds already inflicted giving it more respect for the bestia before it... but only for a moment, it had treasure to guard. Roaring, the dragon charged forward, its dark hide glimmering red for a moment beneath the luminous moss that covered the cave...

The hoard was why she was here, with Bris's continued absence, she was starting to lack any wares to sell, and whilst the dragon that had hatched had anchored her somewhat, it was minor at best... and a haul this large, would help keep her afloat until her brother returned... she didn't dare think he wouldn't, her grip on sanity a fine thread that could snap at any moment... So she'd closed up for the day, followed rumors of a wild dragon and its hoard and come to check it out. She'd found it alright, a hissing mass of violence and little intelligence... and a pile of glimmering gems....

Feral though she felt, the wild dragon gave her an outlet for her anger, her rage, the despair that slowly crept in; but she wasn't stupid, she waited until the dragon charged. "Carnage." She snarled, and from the dark behind her, 8 blue-green eyes appeared, followed by a warning hiss, the sudden appearance of eyes had the dragon faltering, suffiecient for Vis to roll forwar, slashing at the dragons neck, copper blood spitting as the dragon howled, backing off, its head lowered.... submitting...

Glaring at it, Vis took a warning step forward, and it pressed itself close to the ground, its eyes averted. Carnage meanwhile stepped forward, resettling his wings beneath the protective carapice ... and the eyes that had startled the other dragon to give his rider the edge. Now he ignored it, antennae weaving as he nosed along the damaged arm, the dragons bite deep... and even now he could sense the faint tinge of wrongness. "Infected." He hissed, his speaking skills minimal still.

Vis ignored the smallish dragon for the moment, rummaging around the hoard, it was large, but she didn't need all of it... and, if she left some, well she could come back at a later time if need be, she had no reas... suddenly her vision blurred and she tumbled, the pain biting.. and then nothing....

Carnage spotted Viscera tumble, and sensed the feral dragon move, Snarling he flared his elytra, his wings buzzing as he reacted, reaching for his magic, and making the vines grow, hidden beneath the moss, it took less time for him to weave that magic and bind the feral, a warning hiss as the feral dragon stumbled, trapped beneath a network of vines as the jungle magic settled. Confident that it would not try anything again, the youngster moved, sniffing, and licking at the blood, the wrongness instense, he hesitated, pulling on his magic somewhat, pushing the energy of the nearvy flora into Viscera.... enough that she started to stir, and something tickled at him about the moss, some knowlegde as his magic flared again, orange light lighting the cavern, revealing not just the luminous moss and vines, but other plants.

The pain was immense, but Vis fought through it, memories of Bris's bleeding face, he'd been hurt worse, she would get through; opening her eyes she focused on the white flower on Carnage's tail, and at the small collection of flora around her. "Infection, plants good." He hissed. She shook herself, cutting the remmants of the cloth away, her fur gone and the wound gaping; she'd already noted the bound dragon, she'd deal with it later. Picking up the moss, she sniffed at it, no longer glowing now it had been picked, the scent familiar, she'd used this before, or something made from it, when she'd tended to Bris's wound all those years ago. He would not be impressed with her current situation. Then again...

It took her some time to mix what she needed, the moss alone wasn't enough, it could dull the pain, but it did nothing for the deeper infection, but the blue flowers, so small and pretty did, Carnage helped, his short comments insightful on the plants she'd never seen before, and ... he also kept her from blacking out, even after his magic faded (apart from the vines) a nip, was enough to jolt her awake, the venom in his bites something she was growing accustomed to.

Through it all an idea was forming, a flicker of a longer term plan; she waited until Carnage use dhis magic to wrap a vine around her arm, keeping the poultice in place. Only then did she stand, cleaning the swords that she'd dropped, before sheathing one; and keeping one out in front of her, then she slowly paced over to the bound dragon, Carnage trailing her. The beast looked away, its own wound having stopped bleeding eventually, it had been beat. Placing the tip of her sword against the dragons snout. "You're alive? Good." She snarled. "Now, im going to let you keep most of your hoard, dragon." She said, causing both Carnage and the feral dragon to stare at her. "Instead, you'll give me unlimited access to your cavern.... as long as you don't trouble me, you can keep your hoard." The dragon nodded, and at Vis's signal, Carnage retracted the vines, resettling them across the walls; the dragon remained completely still until Vis sheathed her sword, and even then it kept as far away as possible.

Viscera meanwhile, ran her hand over the moss covered wall, it was growing in abundence here, as was many other plants, all of which she could mix, to make potions and poultices, inititally for her and Bris, memories of scrapes and fights... but also, any extra and she could sell; both to those in the Skulkeen, and to those who wandered in, and with a feral dragon guarding her source... well, it was a win win situation.

Carnage hummed picking up his riders thoughts, though he knew she wasn't fully aware of it, plants and potions he could easily help with, especially with the magic running through his body now at his beck and call; of course Vis wasn't a healer, or a doctor... at least she wasn't to anyone other than her sibling, not that Carnage had met Debris yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time, for his sibling waited for him. "Pick what you can." She said, and following suit, he carefully picked a large cluster of moss, before manipulating the vine that covered his tail to 'pick' others, Viscera herself collected several different specimens from the array of flora, the sheer volume in the cavern more than either had realised. Only then did they slowly leave, the feral dragon watched.....its hoard only marginly smaller.... the sheer ferocity the bestia had shown... something it would never dare again challenge....