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Masao sturned over the gentle glass object in his hand before tapping it twice. The eated embers fell from the glass chambers and wrought a faint orange glow in to the darkened room. The oddly colored lord stood from his place and tightened his scabbard to his hip. "I'll see to our guests myself." He purred out in a heavy, mellow honey sweet voice. He was calm, and moved with a some what elegant facade. The Lord of this palace made his way out to greet his 'guests' He pressed a hand against to wooden frame of the shoji door and pushed it open, yet did not step out from the shadows. His figure, standing nearly six feet was rather impressive to most.
He loomed further yet with in the darkness as he let his sharpened Daimon cut gaze bore down on the two before him. " State your business." he purred out not willing to quite yet step in to the light. How ever, from what one could tell through the darkened light, this man, had a long, lushes locks of pale hair, seemingly white like that of an elderly man worn by the years ow life who had gained much wisdom. And with a sweet heavy voice like that it seemed almost indefinite this man was beyond years in age then the ones who keeled before him. Yet somethng else seemed to be amis. The man's eyes, you could just about see a sparkle of lust red with in them, gleaming in the darkened lighting like two rubies tossed down a well. They were harsh and intense, almost glassy even. These fiery red orbs shot through the feathery soft veil of snow white bangs. They spoke for him. If these two weren't here with a good reason they might as well wish they hadn't come at all.
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