The mare once again took careful steps forward, steps that would bring her further into the room and her eyes were caught by the thought confirming stained glass windows. Each of them were picturing a dark image of a vampony doing something heroic yet horrifying. It either being drinking from the neck of a mortal or flat out killing them. There were a couple images, a couple stained glass windows that were just vamponies posing in a natural. A portrait of them, was the first that came to Rarity's mind. Mares and stallions alike, winged and wingless, some stood bipedal with nothing, others with a cane. All possible combinations could be found in them and she had to admit the wonderful style of them.