The mask had been kneeling for a long time, awaiting her new liege's commands. She was a woman of average height and slightly muscular build possessing the kind of body that was both impossibly alluring and deadly at the same time. Her black and red Kimono flowing around her and covering all but her neck down to just a hint of cleavage as well as her hands. Every inch of her skin was as white as the palest of moons and her hair was as black as the Lion's own armor yet stained with red streaks of blood. However the most notable feature of all was the mask upon her face, a mask made of whtie jade in the shape of a Kitsune and with red streaks painted upon it.<br/><br/>She kneeled there and listened intently to his commands and as the Lover clad's name came into the coversation she thought back to to her exaltation and the many nights she had spent in the lovers bed. If at any time the Mask could be seen as normal it was when she talked about the Lover clad, a woman who she herself was deeply in love with. Those few moments she was like a giggling school girl rather then the strange and broken soul she usually seemed to be. Oh why did she have to be sent to this Deathlord instead of serving the lover for the rest of her nearly immortal life?<br/><br/>"None" she answered in an even tone.<br/><br/>Perhaps this was an opportunity in and of itself to prove her loyalty and her need. She already had a small cell of the Order of bliss in Lookshy, perhaps it would be a chance to increase the number of her children as well as a chance to quietly conquer Lookshy and bring its dragonblooded warriors under her command.