Answer:
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
It is an arctic double breasted formal wear.
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.