I know this is a bit of an unusual POV, but I've always been a horse lover, so it was a rather natural idea for me. I haven't been able to get this last line the way I like, but I'm satisfied enough to post it.
Scribe~Of~RED
The stench of evil, more putrid than spoiled meat crawling with maggots, descended upon the plain. With it settled darkness, the likes of which even Snowmane's keen eyes could not pierce.
A screech rent the air, piercing his sensitive ears; he reared, felt his master's legs tighten around his girth, as his flinty hooves tore the air.
In his shoulder was a prick, a faint twitch of muscles, before fire cascaded through him: a searing, black heat.
He knew he had to protect his master, but he couldn't slow his fall.
It was his pierced shoulder that ruined Théoden King.
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