Posts by ARDESHIR.

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"Iditi. Ostavlyat."

Warm, callused hands had stroked Ardeshir's ears one final time. The black sable felt the usual tightness around his neck of his heavy collar loosen as his human took the collar off, placing it on the space beside him. With that, his human gave him a gentle slap on the rump, urging him to run. When the black sable wolfdog refused to leave his side, the man gave a sigh and got out a stick, giving him a short but quick tap, urging him to run.

"Begi! Begi! Byt' khoroshey sobakoy."

Hurt in his amber eyes, the hybrid sprinted off into the forest. Behind him, Ardeshir could hear the loud approaching group of men. He looked back one more time to see the man that he had worked with since he was a pup, whom he defended and loved.

"Goodbye, friend."

That had been two days ago. Ardeshir had found himself on ShadowClan border, noticing the scent markers and guessing this was the group that he heard of. Exhuasted yet keeping his composure, he leaned against the bark of a mossy tree, shutting his eyes and awaiting someone to find him.

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* Go. Leave.
* Run! Run! Be good dog.

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"Name and business."

Typical of a former police dog, the hybrid snapped upright, his brown eyes widened as he shifted into a defensive stance. His eyes scanned the figure before him. As he realized the Sumatran tiger before him meant no harm, Ardeshir's hardened expression softened, though was still on guard.

"Ardeshir Illya Kuryakin, m'am," the wolfdog said, his voice curt and diplomatic. One may notice the exhuastion that lined his muscles, but as a dog of duty he stood tall and disciplined. The male could sense that there was something bothering Luna - tumultuous feelings within her. He could sense her stress. It had been his duty to sense feelings such as this, and he wanted to ask if she was alright out of instinct but refrained.

At 'business', he was confused for a few moments. Growing up with twolegs, he did not have much knowledge of the politics that surrounded Clans, but he answered as best he could. "I bring no ill will. I am looking for a place to stay. I-" Hesitating, in a moment of vulnerability, Ardeshir continued.

"I have nowhere else to go."

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Sitting on one of the broader branches, the large wolfdog felt stoic and ungainly atop of the jungle trees. Above the ground was not a place meant for those such as he - it would take some getting used to. Unlike most of his Clanmates, he was bigger framed, thick-furred and not used to it.

Despite this, all the frustration he showed was the concentration in his brows as he looked down, forcing himself to get used to it and forcing himself to grow familiar to the height. Brown eyes did not waver as he sat there, concentrating. He couldn't help but feel that the tightness of the collar that normally was around his neck was no longer there, and missed having it.

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As the others approached him, Ardeshir shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable with the growing number. He felt slightly lost without his human. His brown eyes narrowed quizzically at the friendly fiery Spaniard jaguar, unable to understand some of his speech but getting the gist of his message. He gave Arsenio an appreciate dip of his head before turning his attention to the feline before him.

"Finch . . . Finch Harbringer," the hybrid uttered, testing the name out on his lips. It came with a Russian lilt, but Ardeshir continued. "Thank you. I shall do my best to serve this . . . ShadowClan."

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Rather uncertainly but remaining as courteous as he always was, the large male shifted his weight. "Spasibo. Much appreciated, Miss Sango." His brown eyes scanned over the other ShadowClanners, taking in the details and attribute of each member. He felt uncomfortable at the prospect of needing the help of any other - he had been quite independent before, but he allowed himself to be helped. "Have not eaten in two days and no water for day. It would be kind of ShadowClan to offer."

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* Thank you.

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"I don't think I've really met you."

"I'm Cassidy."

Raising a brow, the Russian observed Cassidy, taking her in. At the unit, there was only one other Border Collie and he had not worked closely with him. The female was interesting looking, quite unique. She was what he would call 'cute', with her thick fur and mismatched eyes.

"S' dobrym utrom, gospozha."

He blinked his placid brown eyes at her, tilting his head a little. He wasn't much of a talker but observed sharply and quietly. Upon realizing that may make little sense to her, he spoke again. "Nice to meet you, Casseedi," the hybrid said, bowing his head politely. It was in his nature to be a gentleman, and held such formalities almost always around women.

"Ardeshir Illya Kuryakin."

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* Good morning madam

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He had been well-trained in battle and in the field, but herbs were a new venture for Ardeshir. The calm wolf hybrid came over. He was not particularly ambitious in trying for the position, rather just to learn more.

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