Ring Toss

Erys timidly followed Chimera and those of Fenmyre that were attending the odd festival. The pearlescent man didn’t often get to experience such massive gatherings himself. He was a slave for the majority of his life, the only mass agtherings he had been to were sales. The atmosphere of those and this carnival were completely different though. There were no airs of despair or sorrow. Only joy and fun wherever his silver white eyes landed.

It was like a whole new world and the horned man walked along with a little smile playing on his features as he made his way to the booth area. All around him wolves were getting their prizes and the hubbub coaxed Erystotle to the edge of the tossing area. He took the ring delicately in his lips and threw it towards the sticks, curious what he might get.

"Erystotle Atlas"