feel the rain from your grave

I've been sleepwalking, Too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight

It takes little time for the manticore to scar the earth, but when it comes to measuring he cocks his head slightly to the side. With his tail tightly coiled over his back and his haunches raised ever higher into the air as his forelegs disappear down into the hole, eventually the manticore pauses, clicking his teeth together. So many graves...so many deaths...it struck him then, that this was the first grave they were digging together. Skylar had been tossed into the elemental storms that his body might be torn apart by the winds. No remains had ever been found, so likely he'd been successful in that.

You are about 6ft tall. The manticore murmurs with a feline grin, not needing to emphasize about, any more than his toothy smile already had. Care to hop in and tell me how close we are?

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)