Ring Toss

Being back home had never felt so good and there was a brief moment of time where Artisan was determined to never stray from the obsidian beaches again. That moment was fleeting, and alongside the rest of his fun-loving brethren Artisan made for the Love Day Carnival no sooner then he'd received the invitation.

It did kind of suck to not have someone to partner with for the love day festivities, but rather then wallow in his status as a singleton Artisan made his way to the games booths. A particularly friendly looking coydog waved him over to try his hand at ring toss and his interest was piqued. If his night at the castle with Artorias had taught him anything, it was that he was fucking amazing at throwing shit onto other shit.

He grasped a ring in his maw and calculated - wishing he'd had a few dozen drinks to aid his uncanny skill again - then released the ring with a gentle toss of his head.