The scruffy man had snuck out of the swamp to try and get some nice grazing time in, hoping to get a few nibbles of grass in while others were preoccupied. He had hovered on the edge of the swamplands for quite some time, head peeking out from the darkness as he searched this way and that, looking for anyone nearby. Seeing not a soul, he had hesitantly slunk from the shadows, nervously trotting out into the exposed fields with more than a little trepidation, head always glancing over his shoulders.
He hadn't seen anyone in hours, but that didn't alleviate his worries. He may have picked up into something of a nervous canter at some point, and while he had put a fair distance between the swamps and himself, he had also come to an area where the grasses were much thicker and fuller, and had waster little time in crunching away. Mouthful after mouthful sated his aching belly, and he even managed to forget about the filth clinging to his coat for a moment, the man having hardly found the chance to bathe himself recently, and as such practically covered in a thin layer of dried, murky water, the occasional twig or leaf litter caught in the lion's mane about his shoulders and chest.
So, one must imagine the nervous stallion's surprise, when a rip in reality suddenly appears in the distance. Not close to him by any means, only visible on the horizon (which was quite a long range of visibility in the flat lands of the fields), but very discernible as something quite powerfully... magical.
The grass in his lips had fallen to the ground, and when another figure had emerged from the rip, Auru Geniven was swift to follow his abandoned meal, dropping to the earth and trying to hide behind the grass line. His earthy brown coat, coupled with the great distance would leave his fallen form little more than a brown lump as far as the stranger was concerned, perhaps a pile of dirt, but he had little to his figure that was extravagant, and his colors were muted compared to some others.
He nervously held his head so that his eyes were just above the grasses level, anxious eyes the hue of dull copper watching as a figure with a coat of burnished metals and bone white antlers seemed to have not a care in the world. Seemingly wholly unconcerned with their abrupt arrival and being deposited in a new place. Or was it not new at all? Had the strange figure caused that magic? Were they simply teleporting themselves to where ever they wished to be? Were they a member of the Dusk Court?
The scruffy man hadn't seen the stranger before, because surely he'd recognize those antlers. But then again, he hadn't exactly been out and about much (and had no intention to be), so... he could simply be unawares... There had been quite a few new faces teeming about lately as he peered at the passing of strangers anxiously from the shadows, but while he hadn't had the chance nor any interest, quite frankly, in interacting with them, he was sure he would recognize such a crown...
Oh Vespera, was this an attacker? No, no, it could just be a visitor from another Court, a messenger.
...Or it could be a spy making the rounds before leading in the assault.
The brown man was quick to scramble to his hooves, but in his great haste, failed to get himself properly situated. He had attempted to get up with the purpose of galloping back to the swamps, a place where at least he knew his way around, but instead, he found himself tripping over his own hooves with a frightened squeal, roughly falling back to the grasses he had only just gotten up from as his squeal was cut off to a pained groan.
He hadn't twisted anything, but the impact had knocked the air from his lungs, and his flank and chest were protesting from the sudden connection they had formed with the ground below.
@Lysander
OOC: Don't mind me just gonna slide right on in here
