Alva walked back into her den after the challenge, the few cuts and scrapes she had have dried up- witch she thinks is good. If the bleeding is internal? Meh, isn’t that where the blood should be anyway? Her noble challenge had been quite the adventure that was for sure... She looked around the den, happy with the little work she’d done in it since she moved here (Also making a mental note to go and see her sister soon...- perhaps tomorrow!)

She grinned to herself, she was a noble now, and she had done well in the fight! That was always good as well!

Never give up

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.

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He follows her into her den, paws awfully silent for as large as he is. Alva, he rumbles, tone affectionate. Congratulations on your win, elskan mín. He seeks to approach her, reaching his massive skull forwards and down to lap at one of the injuries on her body - attempting to clean the blood from her petal pelt. A low, rumbling purr escapes his chest, and he gives her a rough smile. I want to be with you, he murmured, aiming to move closer to her and nuzzle her cheek. While you're fresh from your victory. The sight of her, battle-fresh and bloodied, makes him eager.


* my darling

Alva didn’t wince when he licked at her wound, she just purred, at the colossals princes actions and how sweet he looked. “ Did I do good? I thought I looked stunning but then again I’m not the lucky beggar who got the best view” She whispered up into his ear, need and want practicing dripping from every word she said. She licked his cheek back before rubbing her body besides his, getting her face tangled in his shear floof, her purr rumbling in her chest the whole time.

“I would even argue that I’ve been very good indeed” she smirked.

Never give up

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.

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You did wonderfully, he rumbles, purring at her and aiming to nibble gently at her ear. He smiles, then, a soft chuckle escaping. I... wanted to ask a question, Alva. He will make her his, officially; in all ways. His body crowds hers, a little bit, possession roaring through his veins and leaving him hungry. Will you marry me? I know we haven't known each other long, but... he trails off, eyes bright and full of need, I want you. He wants her with him, now and forever; he wants her to belong to him, and for he to belong to her.

She didn’t particularly like to roaring, it reminded her too much of her father’s habit of control but she smiled softly, because all she could see was bear- sweet kind gentle loving bear, who hadn’t done any harm against her and never would. “yes!” She breathed. “Yes, I will marry you. She rubbed her head against him, feeling a warm feeling in her chest- that must be love. Or heartburn? No definitely love.

She grinned up at the bear prince, eyes highly amused and glowing softly with want and glee. She wanted to be his wife greatly- to build a family with him.

Never give up

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.

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yes, she says, rubbing against him, and the curate smiles down at her with clear glee. alva... he murmurs, pressing close to her, seeking to hold her in his powerful arms. alva sigrún, he whispers it to her, crooning it like a lullaby in her ear. prinsessan mín. whilst she can't technically take the rank of princess, she qualifies for it as much as kapheira does as far as the priest is concerned; as his wives, they really ought to be able to take the rank. he supposes that once he becomes a king, he can make one of them his queen and the other his heir - isn't that what his uncle has done with his wives?


* my princess

Alva purred softly, she hadn’t thought about the fact of having to change her name, but she loved it. “Sigrun, yes. But I’ll always be a dark stone bear, I couldn’t even change that. I was a dark stone from my first cry’s as a cub. I was a dark stone when my father named and raised me, and I was one when I suffered for a false sense of love. I was a dark stone when I ran away with my sister and I met you, every drop of blood I have ever lost was dark stone blood, and I will be a dark stone when I die.” She reminded him softly. He couldn’t take that. “But I’ll be a Sigrun too, it’s a funny thing that isn’t. That I can keep my ties to my bloodline and my sister and yet be apart of your family and blood as well. I can be both. But I won’t be just one- normal isn’t exactly how I work, my bear prince.”

Never give up

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.

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alva darkstone-sigrún, he murmurs, accepting of her choice as always. my wife, and... he nibbles gently at her ear, purring louder. mother of my children? it's a soft question, yellow eyes seeking to catch her gaze, his expression serious. it's her choice, of course - he would never push her into something she didn't want to do, but... he wants her. he wants a family between them, little siblings for his daughter to play with. he wants... everything, and maybe it's greedy of him - but if she's as eager as he is, perhaps they can be greedy together.

Alva was quite enjoying the nip at her ear but bear’s question caused her to tense. “I wouldn’t know to mother your children, I never had one. That scares me. Is it a selfish want at the end of the day? I’d never know if I was robbing them of something better, bear. I would never know if I was doing something right or messing it all up. What if I end up like my dad? They’d hate me. Actually I’d hate me as well- so that’s a no go.” She chuckled shakily. “but with you and for you? Always and a thousand time more, but you’ll have to be the one pushing them out after the 10 mark.” She joked before raising an eyebrow up at him.

“You know, I reckon today has been a good day- I’ve learned a lot about living and just a little bit about love”

Never give up

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.

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i'll help you, he murmurs, gently, his voice soft. her joke makes him laugh, and he presses a soft kiss to her cheek, purring deeply. i can try, he offers, chuckling, but i'm not sure how well it'll work. pressing tender kisses down her neck, he aims to catch her gaze again. do you... do you want me, alva? he pulls back and looks at her, wanting it to be clear that it's her decision; he will never force anything between them, and certainly he will never force himself on her. he'd kill any mongrel who dared do such a thing to anyone, let alone to one of the women in his family - as alva now is.