Menvra laid on his bed, eyes half closed and growling lowly. His hands were over his ears, trying to block out any sound.
It was useless though, he can't block out what he wanted to. They're were words already said, stuck to his brain.
It's what everyone thinks of him; asshole, douchebag, prick...The list goes on really.
He sat up with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose and grabbing his weapon of choice.
Kanny, Tik...Both showed kindness to him, but their not around much anymore. Kankri hanging out with that Loz troll; Tik worrying about his grub and having a healthy birth.
The Heir dragged the blade over his arm with a clenched jaw, watching his blood well up with a slight smirk.
"If they want to think I'm a beastly, disgusting creature, so be it..." He breathed out quietly, standing and going to the kitchen.
He had left some bandaged in there, or so he thought. Honestly, he couldn't remember.
He looked under the sink and hummed lowly, blood dripping on the floor at a rather steady pace.
Menvra didn't need people, why would he? He's been alone longer than anyone else in this hive, and he's okay with that.
Okay with no friends, no matesprit-
He grabbed what he was looking for than scowled a bit to himself; sudden anger building up.
No matesprit. No love. Unable to love. Unable to show it. Beastly. Soulless. Heartless. Murderer.
"Tch...Fucking-"
He might as well just let himself bleed to death if this was to keep up-
