Disclaimer: It's all the Professor's
Author's Note: For the 'Dust' Challenge.
It rose behind them like a storm or the smoke of a city burning.
They pounded the dry earth, the cloud marking their charge; the dust of the first ranks clogged the lungs of those that galloped after; but still they came.
When all was finally silent, save for the moans of those who died and the cries of carrion-eaters, the pall was one of smoke and stench; but across the field, on every man and beast, fallen and victorious alike, as a cloak the dust was wrapped, a mantle to remind all of the valour of the Horse Lords.