Satin stretched as he shuffled through the training yard, trying to shake off the grips of exhaustion. It was so bloody cold in the Night's Watch, his time as a boy whore in Oldtown was a lot warmer.... in numerous ways.

Satin blinked in suprise as an arrow flew past his face, his heart lurching in suprise. Well that certainly woke him up. Satin's head whipped in the direction that the arrow came from, his dark curls sashaying around his face.

Satin recognized the man who shot the arrow, the two of them often getting in scuffles with eachother. A fellow member of the Night's Watch. Satin's pretty features contorted into a nasty scowl.

"Are you that foolish? That arrow could have went through my skull!"

Satin huffed in displeasure, placing his hands on his hips as he glared the other man down. Satin hated that man, he truly did. Sometimes he envisioned pushing him off of the wall.