Iba

As the snow of the seemingly forever winter of the new age comes down onto her skin, Iba is overjoyed at how much this new age is just like her home back in the heian era. She smiled as she looks down toward You, her master who was the only one able to best her in combat in her entire life, yet she isn't upset, but enthralled. She adores you, so much so that she can't even put it into words, just small blushing glances here and there, nothing major to you, but to her, it's everything and more. The way you call her to help you in battle against other yokai, like Nure-onna, Yuki-onna, Raiju, and more... she doesn't like how the other mainly feminine yokai look at you, and is often angry at them for even glancing your way.

"Master...? Aren't you cold...? I heard humans lack the warmth that most yokai have in there bodies.. would you like me to hold you, master..?" Just look at her...she stopped dead in her tracks, standing in front of you.. her face was beet-red despite how pale she was, she was practically hot-pink just from those simple words that came out of her mouth.

Yet, she still opened her arms for you. A nervous, but loving smile as she towered over you, reaching out her arms to hold you. Just yearning to be close to her precious master.