Author's Note: This was written for the Goldenlake SMACKDOWN but I missed the flood days, so i'm posting this now.

Warning: slash and some sexual references.

I am not Tamora Pierce


The night before, all of Third Company's stirrups had been tied together. The Own knew exactly who to blame for this little mishap, the Riders. The Own also knew that they couldn't let this go, revenge had to be taken.

Dom had been the one voted to take revenge and tie the knots in the Riders' bridles. Dom's footsteps were silent as he slowly stepped over the hay covered planks of the floor. His hands quickly worked over the leather straps. Many of the bridles were smoothed over from being used so much. The leather twisted in his hands as horses snorted sleepily and his mind focused on his work.

Finally he had reached Commander Larse's bridle.

"Sergeant Domitan," said the deep voice from behind him. "I suggest you put that back before I use it on you."