Inheritance and Servitude

Sitting in the park on a sunny afternoon, watching family picnics nearby, was the Artist. He spends the majority of his time observing the happiness of others, knowing he can never experience it himself. His job is one of inheritance and servitude. His duties, while simple, and to him, mundane, serve a higher purpose and must be done to the best of his abilities.

He comes from a long line of Artists whose job it is to capture emotions in every drawing in order to feed the ColdBlooded. They rely on each other. Life in exchange for other people’s feelings.