Ardor the Fire Ghoulette

"An Emeritus? Here? I though you all were killed off for that new fool" ~ArdorGhoulette

“I don’t wish you dead Pops. I just didn’t know that you were still kicking. It’s good to see that you are though. It would’ve been such a waste to just throw you and your brothers out just cause” 

Had Papa not had his own personal experience with fire ghouls (namely Alpha), he might have been taken aback by Ardor’s bluntness. But what where fire ghouls if not extremely passionate and tactlessly blunt? 

“Who the fuck says that?” She made a face that was somewhere between completely confused and slightly disgusted. “I’ve never heard that before in my life”

The den mother was furious. Normally, she was more composed, but this? This was too much. Mint hunted down the fire ghoulette- the own embers of her fury stoked beyond belief. When she located Ardor she ran up, delivering one giant slap across the ghoulette's face. "Don't you DARE talk to Aether like that again!! You have NO idea what happened! How DARE you stick your nose where it doesn't belong!!" (No hard feelings, she's protective :'D, Mintyghoulette)

Ardor smirked. She had clearly hit a nerve. She leaned in close to mints face “are you sure about that?” She cackled “because he sure as hell hasn’t even brought up your name”

“I do care. But did you care about pain when you stormed in here and slapped me for doing nothing more than voicing my opinion” Ardor took a step closer to mint. “I hurt no one. Yet you stormed in here and slapped me with close to all of your weight behind it.

Mint had tensed as Ardor approached- almost expecting them to be caught in a scrap. But she froze when she felt arms wrap tightly around her. Mint was shocked, and guilt began to gnaw at her. She hugged back and had to choke back tears. Somehow the ghoulette managed. Mint looked up to Ardor. 

She huffed. Glad that the den mother felt the same way. “I shouldn’t have said some of those things. I can’t apologize but I’m sure you understand” it was always looked down on to feel for others on such a level. But as long as none of the others knew then it wouldn’t really matter.

"You seem like the kind of ghuleh who is always getting into mischief. If you ever need an alibi, just mention my name." -- cardinal-iscariot

"Hey Gramps, what have you been up to?" ~ArdorGhoulette

He glowered at the ghoulette from behind his mask. Damn youths these days, they lacked respect. Wait. Shit. He really was old and grumpy, wasn’t he?

“Alright alright” she shook her head “alpha grump, or alpha gramps” she brought her hand to her chin. Thinking deeply. “I wasn’t saying you were just some gramps. By the way”

He let out a sigh; a deep and heavy sigh, laced with a certain exhuastion that could only come with dealing with a fire ghoul with as much sass and attitude he had once used to terrorize the halls of the church. A part of him ought to be proud. The twisted praise was not lost on him, and beneath his mask, his lips twitched,

“why you sighing gramps?” she knew it pissed him off but the name was just so fitting. “No if you were annoying I would say you were annoying, I got no problem saying that.” 

"Hey big bro, your mind still all fucked up?" ~ArdorGhoulette

“That sucks, you found the cunt that did it yet?” The ghoulette questioned the other fire ghoul. If he didn’t know, she would find out for him. Taking out the person. And move about her day as if nothing ever happened.

Ifrit breathes out a sigh of relief, glad that at least this wasn’t his actual sister. How awkward would that be, to explain how you’ve forgotten your own kin. He huffs a quiet laugh when she asks about the cardinal, lifting his right hand to show the grucifix burned into his palm from stabbing the man through the heart with it.

“The pleasure is all mine” she purred back. She let the flames dance together in her hands. The colors twisting together looked beautiful. “I wouldn’t expect you to be one to use blue flames. Pretty interesting. Maybe its the mind thing” she cut off the flame in her hand before dropping it back to her side.

Ifrit chuckles, watching the blond haired ghoulette closely. She was interesting; sassy and lippy, quite different from the other ghouls Ifrit had been reacquainted with.

Ifrit snorts a short laugh, finding that he enjoyed the ghoulette’s company.

She made him laugh. That was a new reaction for her. Most of the others in the church seemed to hate her. For one reason or another.

“Fighting, huh,” Ifrit muses, wondering if that’s why he sometimes felt so restless… A fighter turned to a simple errand boy… What a fucking waste… He shelves that thought quickly, not wanting to get too worked up over it.

“Its a fucking waste, someone as strong as you just pulling down books for short sisters and carrying boxes around” her eyes roamed up and down his form. He was quite handsome even for a fighter. Strongly build and rather tall. Very pleasing to look at to say the least.

“Volcano tamer then? Wow,” he murmurs, curiousity piqued. “I’d love to hear more about it, what you do and everything.”

“All we do is basically in the name” she shrugged “no, no one falling into lava. That’s pretty hard to do when we keep it all contained” she smiled and shook her head. Something about him was different. No where near like the others back in her clan and not like any of the ghouls she had met while being on earth. She felt drawn to him but was still so unsure why.

“That’s good, I’d hate to have actual competition if there was more than one of me,” Ifrit laughs, finding this feeling of confidence that he’s seemingly found around the fire ghoulette to be… comforting, familiar. He can’t help but chase after it, despite knowing deep down that this is a bad, bad idea, but… he’s so desperate for something that feels like himself, that even the worst of ideas seem like good ones.

She smiled. The feeling of him close to her so calming. Something like him just felt like home. It drew her in like a moth to a flame. No matter how bad of an idea it seemed to be she needed to be close to him.

Caramel, spice, something like… leather? The taste and smell of her was so complex, intoxicating almost. The call of her inner flame beckoning to his own nearly blindsiding him in a haze to be wrapped around her as close as possible. And eager, fuck, he groans to himself, loving how she responds so quickly to him. He smirks against her lips, parting them to press his tongue inside and tangle with her own, tasting and claiming her. His hands drop down to her hips and pulls her flush against him, one hand sliding back and groping at her ass.

She didn’t know why but her body craved him. His warmth his touch his kiss. She needed it. Why she didn’t know.

“What, no one’s ever called you beautiful before? Shame, that, because you are very,” he murmurs, mouthing at her pulse, licking at her skin, “very beautiful indeed.” His cock throbs in his pants, the feel of her pressed against him making him want to rip her clothes off and take her right then and there. Her tail around his thigh speaks volumes, and he notes just what she asks him.

She groans loud as he rubs the bulge straining in his pants against her. The kiss unbroken between them as her tail shifted further up his leg. Silently begging for what she wanted.

"Hey big bro, your mind still all fucked up?" ~ArdorGhoulette

“That sucks, you found the cunt that did it yet?” The ghoulette questioned the other fire ghoul. If he didn’t know, she would find out for him. Taking out the person. And move about her day as if nothing ever happened.

Ifrit breathes out a sigh of relief, glad that at least this wasn’t his actual sister. How awkward would that be, to explain how you’ve forgotten your own kin. He huffs a quiet laugh when she asks about the cardinal, lifting his right hand to show the grucifix burned into his palm from stabbing the man through the heart with it.

“The pleasure is all mine” she purred back. She let the flames dance together in her hands. The colors twisting together looked beautiful. “I wouldn’t expect you to be one to use blue flames. Pretty interesting. Maybe its the mind thing” she cut off the flame in her hand before dropping it back to her side.

Ifrit chuckles, watching the blond haired ghoulette closely. She was interesting; sassy and lippy, quite different from the other ghouls Ifrit had been reacquainted with.

Ifrit snorts a short laugh, finding that he enjoyed the ghoulette’s company.

She made him laugh. That was a new reaction for her. Most of the others in the church seemed to hate her. For one reason or another.

“Fighting, huh,” Ifrit muses, wondering if that’s why he sometimes felt so restless… A fighter turned to a simple errand boy… What a fucking waste… He shelves that thought quickly, not wanting to get too worked up over it.

“Its a fucking waste, someone as strong as you just pulling down books for short sisters and carrying boxes around” her eyes roamed up and down his form. He was quite handsome even for a fighter. Strongly build and rather tall. Very pleasing to look at to say the least.

“Volcano tamer then? Wow,” he murmurs, curiousity piqued. “I’d love to hear more about it, what you do and everything.”

“All we do is basically in the name” she shrugged “no, no one falling into lava. That’s pretty hard to do when we keep it all contained” she smiled and shook her head. Something about him was different. No where near like the others back in her clan and not like any of the ghouls she had met while being on earth. She felt drawn to him but was still so unsure why.

“That’s good, I’d hate to have actual competition if there was more than one of me,” Ifrit laughs, finding this feeling of confidence that he’s seemingly found around the fire ghoulette to be… comforting, familiar. He can’t help but chase after it, despite knowing deep down that this is a bad, bad idea, but… he’s so desperate for something that feels like himself, that even the worst of ideas seem like good ones.

She smiled. The feeling of him close to her so calming. Something like him just felt like home. It drew her in like a moth to a flame. No matter how bad of an idea it seemed to be she needed to be close to him.

Caramel, spice, something like… leather? The taste and smell of her was so complex, intoxicating almost. The call of her inner flame beckoning to his own nearly blindsiding him in a haze to be wrapped around her as close as possible. And eager, fuck, he groans to himself, loving how she responds so quickly to him. He smirks against her lips, parting them to press his tongue inside and tangle with her own, tasting and claiming her. His hands drop down to her hips and pulls her flush against him, one hand sliding back and groping at her ass.

She didn't know why but her body craved him. His warmth his touch his kiss. She needed it. Why she didn't know.

"Hey big bro, your mind still all fucked up?" ~ArdorGhoulette

“That sucks, you found the cunt that did it yet?” The ghoulette questioned the other fire ghoul. If he didn’t know, she would find out for him. Taking out the person. And move about her day as if nothing ever happened.

Ifrit breathes out a sigh of relief, glad that at least this wasn’t his actual sister. How awkward would that be, to explain how you’ve forgotten your own kin. He huffs a quiet laugh when she asks about the cardinal, lifting his right hand to show the grucifix burned into his palm from stabbing the man through the heart with it.

“The pleasure is all mine” she purred back. She let the flames dance together in her hands. The colors twisting together looked beautiful. “I wouldn’t expect you to be one to use blue flames. Pretty interesting. Maybe its the mind thing” she cut off the flame in her hand before dropping it back to her side.

Ifrit chuckles, watching the blond haired ghoulette closely. She was interesting; sassy and lippy, quite different from the other ghouls Ifrit had been reacquainted with.

Ifrit snorts a short laugh, finding that he enjoyed the ghoulette’s company.

She made him laugh. That was a new reaction for her. Most of the others in the church seemed to hate her. For one reason or another.

“Fighting, huh,” Ifrit muses, wondering if that’s why he sometimes felt so restless… A fighter turned to a simple errand boy… What a fucking waste… He shelves that thought quickly, not wanting to get too worked up over it.

“Its a fucking waste, someone as strong as you just pulling down books for short sisters and carrying boxes around” her eyes roamed up and down his form. He was quite handsome even for a fighter. Strongly build and rather tall. Very pleasing to look at to say the least.

“Volcano tamer then? Wow,” he murmurs, curiousity piqued. “I’d love to hear more about it, what you do and everything.”

“All we do is basically in the name” she shrugged “no, no one falling into lava. That’s pretty hard to do when we keep it all contained” she smiled and shook her head. Something about him was different. No where near like the others back in her clan and not like any of the ghouls she had met while being on earth. She felt drawn to him but was still so unsure why.

“That’s good, I’d hate to have actual competition if there was more than one of me,” Ifrit laughs, finding this feeling of confidence that he’s seemingly found around the fire ghoulette to be… comforting, familiar. He can’t help but chase after it, despite knowing deep down that this is a bad, bad idea, but… he’s so desperate for something that feels like himself, that even the worst of ideas seem like good ones.

She smiled. The feeling of him close to her so calming. Something like him just felt like home. It drew her in like a moth to a flame. No matter how bad of an idea it seemed to be she needed to be close to him.

"Sure would be a shame if someone burned all of your pretty flowers to the ground" ~ArdorGhoulette

“I don’t know. To see if it makes you cry” she smiled wickedly.

“P.. Please stop.. Those are very delicate..” Nora stepped a bit closer to abused flowers, her fingers gently lifting the hurt petals. “I’m sorry I’ve never met you before, but please don’t take your anger out on these”

Easy. Push over. Too delicate to be around a church of demons. “Nora was it? Let me make something clear. I don’t give a damn if these were hard to grow. If they are delicate or if they were a gift of the glorious uncreator himself”

Nora raised a hand as the Ghoulette called on her magic, the flames in her palm were beautiful if they weren’t being used for destruction. “A.. Ardor please..” The Sister whimpered as he let the bloom be consumed by the flames. Tears swells in the woman’s eyes. Those weren’t just hers. They were gifts for the others.

“Oh you could hurt me all you want sweet cheeks and I would still burn you flowers just to see if you really are that sweet little sister that has so much of my family tied around your cute little finger” Flames burned in her hand as she grip the second bloom.

The nickname made her cheeks burn. Her eyes narrowed at the fire Ghoulette as she blinked back the tears in her eyes. “P..please leave” she asked, her voice small. “I do not wish to have you in my gardens anymore” Nora tried to keep her voice steady as she spoke, with varying degrees of success. 

Ardor snorted, “You’ll make me leave? how do you plan on doing that?” the threat was comical coming from the dainty human. “I think I’ll see if you can actually make me leave” she crossed her arms and waited for the sister to make her move. When the little human froze she smirked.

"I am just waiting for the day one of us has to put you back in your place" ~ArdorGhoulette

Ardor laughed but nodded. She had no intention of starting a real fight with one of her own. “I’m sure you are as talented with a flame as you are a guitar” she didn’t miss his eyes shifting colors. But she didn’t understand why he was so upset.

Dewdrop crossed his arms over his chest, her question making him debate her intelligence. Why he wanted to fight her? Wasn’t that obvious? “You ruined Noras flowers. That’s reason enough for me. It hurt her and I therefore this is now my matter.”

She groaned “Why is everyone so obsessed with some stupid flowers? She grew some once and if she is as good at all that as everyone acts like she is then what’s the big deal” Ardor rolled her eyes then crossed her arks to mimic dew’s hostile body language.

“Because those ‘stupid flowers’ are very important to someone we like.” He huffed, looking at the ghoulette with anger. If it wasn’t for the little self-control he had, he would have punched her by now.

Ardor snorted at dew’s comment. “What kind of good? I’m sure there are other humans you all can fuck that aren’t as much of a headache” she rolled her eyes, “aren’t we not supposed to get attached to these human things? They just die and leave you all upset.” 

The den mother was furious. Normally, she was more composed, but this? This was too much. Mint hunted down the fire ghoulette- the own embers of her fury stoked beyond belief. When she located Ardor she ran up, delivering one giant slap across the ghoulette's face. "Don't you DARE talk to Aether like that again!! You have NO idea what happened! How DARE you stick your nose where it doesn't belong!!" (No hard feelings, she's protective :'D, Mintyghoulette)

Ardor smirked. She had clearly hit a nerve. She leaned in close to mints face “are you sure about that?” She cackled “because he sure as hell hasn’t even brought up your name”

"I do care. But did you care about pain when you stormed in here and slapped me for doing nothing more than voicing my opinion" Ardor took a step closer to mint. "I hurt no one. Yet you stormed in here and slapped me with close to all of your weight behind it.

The den mother was furious. Normally, she was more composed, but this? This was too much. Mint hunted down the fire ghoulette- the own embers of her fury stoked beyond belief. When she located Ardor she ran up, delivering one giant slap across the ghoulette's face. "Don't you DARE talk to Aether like that again!! You have NO idea what happened! How DARE you stick your nose where it doesn't belong!!" (No hard feelings, she's protective :'D, Mintyghoulette)

Ardor smirked. She had clearly hit a nerve. She leaned in close to mints face "are you sure about that?" She cackled "because he sure as hell hasn't even brought up your name"