Polar Bear, Ice Lord
Kings of the frigid tundra. WE ARE LORDS OF THE ARTIC. Sea lions and penguins fear us with a royal passion. We dine on the husks of the lost and left behind. With the crushing power of our jaws we smash asunder any victim lost in our hunger. The Gods of winter have given us the white robes of lordship, our fur pure and powerful. The winter is our rule and we march to shout of of our own horn. 1200 pounds of pure force, the ice crushes under the force of my paws as i gallop across the tundra. Men call us Polar bears but we are known by the gods by our true name, Thalarctos.... The Sea Bear.
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