08-23-2016, 07:21 PM
Ebony undressed, with no concern for modesty at all, simply removing her clothes and placing them by the river, though she still held onto her sword. She was a lithe but full-figured Drow, though her skin, except for her face and her private parts, were covered in old scars, from whips, knives, swords, thrown weapons, chains, torture devices, if you could think of it, she had been the recipient of it before, ,and it showed on a body that looked like about three miles of bad road. Most of the scars looked old and faded, but one, the worst of the bunch, still was vivid across the small of her back- a long, jagged scar that went from the top of her ass, to halfway up her back,long and jagged, ,almost as if the blade that had done it had had a jagged edge. She absently rubbed at the scar, remembering how the blade, and the poison on it, had felt, leaving her unable to move as her life drained away. Shaking it off, she both soaked herself and washed up, a luxury she did not usually get. Even then though, the sword did not leave her grasp.