Iofur's Bears (Armored Bear RP, Accepting!)

[Moynea]

(Accepted, thanks for joining!)
L'eau ripped open the skin, carefully rubbing some on her armor where it was creaky. She ate the rest, and swung her armor back on.

He lumbered through the halls, admiring the carvings and paintings.

[PuddingShark]

Amure walked out side and tasted the air. it smelled like blood.

Niomi walked into a hole.

[Moynea]

L'eau headed back to her igloo. She yawned and stretched out on the floor, crudely lined with fox fur.

Tien looked around, seeing nothing. He went outside to hunt, he felt like Arctic Fox. A light snack.

[Inatae]

Varvara lifted her armor carefully, scanning it for signs of rust. Finding none, she swung it onto herself before padding out onto the ice, making a beeline for the sea. Lots of seals in the water this year, she thought to herself, stopping by a breathing hole in what looked like deep water. Settling down beside it, she waited until the smooth, whiskered head of a seal emerged from the hole before snapping a paw out and sending the animal flying onto the ice. Seizing its neck in her massive teeth, she crushed the animal's windpipe before dragging it back to her igloo and tearing into it.

Bear's Name: Kyrjebø
Gender: Male
Side: Iofur
Rank: Omega
Personality: Kyrjebø is a quiet, solitary wanderer who feels no loyalty to anyone but himself. However, he as a fondness for shiny things and knowing that this love would get him killed if he was with Iorek, he allied himself with Iofur's remaining subordinates. He carries his "dæmon", named Saria, around only because he is obligated to do so; give him a chance and he will throw the thing away immediately. Iofur's way of life disgusts him to no end, but it is the only life he can lead now, so he accepts his situation grudgingly.
Other: His armor is, strangely, almost completely iron. A chain of gold leaves circles around the edges of it, but the rest is all smooth and dark.

[Moynea]

L'eau woke up and realized she'd fallen asleep with her armor on. "Sorry" she whispered She felt slightly stupid, but her armor was her soul. She looked out of her igloo for anything interesting. She looked around her house, if you could call it that. A floor of fox fur, snow tightly pack on all sides, just high enough to stand up in. A entry way, twisted so the wind couldn't come in.

Tien only saw the grand, tall doors to the throne room. He carefully approached, smelling human perfume. He stepped on the finely crafted red rug leading up to it, and wondered if he should go in or not. He came closer, and swung the great, metal things open, revealing a pitifully empty room.

[Inatae]

After having eaten her fill, Varvara dumped the remains into the pit she'd dug in the ice, where it would remain frozen until she needed to eat it. Stretching herself on the ice, she eyed the bare, snowy walls and floor of her igloo, before rising and scratching a hole out in the ceiling. Packing some of the loose snow onto it, she nodded, satisfied, before lying down again.

Kyrjebø emerged from his room of the marble palace, armor on his back, and left through the main doorway. The stench of perfume was really getting to him- rose, jasmine and eucalyptus put together was never a good combination. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he suddenly remembered he'd left Saria in his room, and turned back to get her with a sigh. Tucking the doll into a safe place under his armor, he wandered over the ice, not really knowing what to do.

[Moynea]

She yawned and wen tout to wander the ice aimlessly. Something had to happen eventually.

Tien wandered in the room, looking up at the chandelier laced with birds, the great throne, the benches facing it.