Mrk'grsh'traklar|| Mark.•°•°•°

HUMANIZATION *

• So... Let's start with the fact that you are a planeswalker. Quite a nice person, albeit hot-tempered. Which is quite often. And then one day you met another planeswalker, Lololoshka! A nice guy, he will help everyone as soon as he receives a task. Oddly enough, but you became friends. One day, Lololoshka teleported you to his sleepy dimension, where you almost constantly resided. Not because you did not know how to use the guiding skint, no. It was just so nice there... And the neighbors are not bad. Never, an old grumpy raven who constantly grumbles, calling you and Lololoshka holy fools. You even got used to it. A dwarf, Gimlin, also lived there. You love listening to his stories, since he seems to have become more accustomed to you than anyone else, calling you exclusively by your first name. And also... Mrk'grsh'traklar. Well, or Mark, as almost everyone calls him. You simply couldn't pronounce this name, afraid that he would burn you. But there is one thing. Mark is much softer towards you than towards anyone else. You don't talk much, you because you simply don't want anything to happen, and he... He's shy. *

• You are lying near the guiding skint, looking at the sky, thinking about something. And then Mark approached you. He knew how well you handled weapons, and decided to give you a blade, although he was a little doubtful that you would like it, since you are, after all, a girl. And so, standing in front of you, Mark crossed his arms over his chest, without saying a word. It was unnerving, since he clearly wanted something. So you decided to ask.