Location in Mansion- Princess's Chambers<br/>Time- Dusk<br/>Players- Luna<br/><br/>Kyle stood un-moving as the Princess painted. He watched to room as the maids came cleaning even the changing of the guard and its patrol poked their head in to check the room. The Princess just sat and painted engrossed in her work. Kyle was sure that she was aware of their presence, she simply chose to ignore them. Which was fine with him. That was his job.<br/><br/>He was a new born vampire and as such he was supposed to be easily agitated. And he was by comparison. However he had an ace up his sleeve. His element was earth. Still, strong, and durable. As he stood his feet slowly became one with the floor, his features grew rigid and solid till he was all but an all seeing statue. The Princess began moving towards him as he let his power fade. Opening his mouth to address Luna but before words came to mind she kissed him on the cheek. The fact that he hadn't released his legs to walk was the only reason he was able to remain standing still.<br/><br/>Art was a mystery to Kyle.  He thought some of it was pretty and it clearly took great skill to create but Kyle didn’t understand the purpose of Art.  He spent the majority of his life/death in conflict, blood, and violence. He reveled in the glory of the battlefield; be it a bar brawl or the horrific trench warfare across Europe. When he was human his commanding officers called it blood lust. Now that he was a vampire a new appreciation for it was normal, even expected. He had often taken time to admire his instructors, Hela, kills in their artful presentation. Even on occasion seeing a framed copy of Luna's work from afar. But as she moved into a shower he knew to be safe, he moved into view of the painting and felt his breath catch in his throat.<br/><br/>Just the simple view of the spatter pattern was exquisite. But the more he stared the more he was enthralled. The picture seemed alive somehow it moved and twisted the colors melding and blending with one another in a beautiful representation of something he reveled in was breath taking to say the least.  But the blood Luna had mixed with the paints had made the painting not just visual but Olfactory as well.  Which simply added to his enjoyment of the painting.<br/><br/><strong> "I've always been fascinated by the arterial spray of a human.  What do you think?"</strong>“I’m not sure exactly how to answer,” Kyle said still looking at the picture, “great respect for the devotion to learn how to and the confidence in your ability to feel safe in letting others look at your art, I could never do that. I feel I’m baring my soul to this painting.  I feel inspired and refreshed.  I want to fill my spirit on this painting as if to feed on it for blood.”  Realizing he had ranted.  “I’m sorry,” straightening himself back up, “The painting makes me feel there is beauty in the blood lust of a battleground, your highness.”<br/>