i'm contagious, it'd be safest if you ran // birthing, any

[Tauber]

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word The Coward does it with a kiss Tauber wearily blinked his eyes, his stomach full for now and the exhaustion of being born heavy on his little body. Tonight would be the first night of dreams, and safety with his mother and sister by his side. But there was a voice that slithered from the darkness without a face to match to it until Tauber turned his eyes away from his family and to a stallion that he, with time, would know all too well. He faces Gryffen head on, and toddles towards him, his legs awkward and his gait jolted. It was amazing however, that he tentatively lifted his tiny legs towards the ghastly ghoul and managed to get three over a rather large (for him) branch. The fourth caught and he scrambles, before his hind legs splay out and he finds himself on his haunches like a dog. A tiny squeal of frustration echoes out from his mouth and he barely coordinates his legs back beneath him. It was then, when he was settled and content that there were no more sticks to intervene he approaches Gryffen closer still, before stopping and sticking his golden nose in the cremello's direction, sniffing and attempting to figure out the world in such a manner. Aditi nickers at them both, and he glances back at his bother for a moment before walking back towards his sister and mother, very carefully avoiding the stick. Perhaps he was just thoughtful, but the night was dark and sticks look the same on the floor of the forest. If Gryffen was observant, perhaps it would give away that the colt could see perfectly at night, and that there would be more power to come with age and growth. TAUBER the brave man with a sword