<a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=404">@keyootee</a><br/><br/>With their policy of non-interference, there was no way that Mardok could have stayed by any means. He couldn't stand to watch crimes committed against innocent people. The Jedi would have just told him to take his hands, or perhaps most likely paws considering his wolfish heritage,  off the situation. He was just expected to stand around whenever it wasn't official Jedi business. Anger fueled his emotions as he stormed out of the school and foamed a bit at the mouth, his ears pinned angrily against the back of his head. For some time after that date he experimented and explored, crawling all over the planet that he was on and running on all fours throughout the wilderness. Most notably he killed. He tasted flesh and the pull of the Dark Side, which seemed to say to him that he could have doled out his very own brand of justice. Eventually, though, he saw a figure in the distance and started to run for whomever that was. While he wasn't quite entirely sure who that was, he figured that they must have been beckoning him toward them. Sniffing at the air, he stood up like a man and allowed his tail to droop behind him, indicating that he was in a disarming position. He hadn't been able to take his lightsaber with him when leaving the school even, so the figure had very little to be concerned about from him.