Strip by strip, strand by strand freshly cut leather was carefully braided along the length of a bone. The braid was complex with the consistency that demonstration of skill understood only as a master craft. Slowly the flawless ivory color of bone retreated, pushed back by the steady advance of supple black leather. The task at hand was time consuming, day stretching into night as the careful task of braiding continued. The sun would retreat from the sky, and in departing leave only torch light for the Deathstalker to work by.
Though the dark of night the meticulous braiding continued. From the handle down into long individual lashing the strips of leather forked out, fanning out like wild vines. Slowly, the scourge was taking its proper form. It was as the sun once more rose to chase away the stars that the scourge was finished. Black leather bound around the bone handle, with sharpened knuckle bones woven into the ends of the lashing. The instrument was not a sensual one, nor a weapon for the battlefield: it was designed for corporal punishment.
It was not long ago that the luxurious black leather scourge was a pale tan, and bore defects…marking: tattoos and battlefield scars. It was not long ago the components that make up the whip were once a man who dared to wear the tabard of the Scarlet Crusade.
OOC: The use of the word scourge is in reference to the kind of whip that was made.
Serata: I am desperately stalling and trying to find something to do with myself at work. Posted a bunch of stuff about Sherbourne so y'all know who she is and what she looks like...and I still have 4 1/2 hours left before I can go home and play again. T_T
Aug 31, 2016 6:28:52 GMT
Banshih: Yay for stalling? Yay for rp campaign starting soon!
Sept 12, 2016 23:04:21 GMT
Banshih: Thanks for another great Dance Of The Dead!
Oct 27, 2016 12:23:26 GMT