Though she was everything but that. Rarity was dark, unholy and a harbinger of both death and pain. An undead body doomed to wander the earth for eternity unless put to a violent, final rest. She gently shook her head in a disagreeable manner. "No, I am not an alicorn... Never even wished to be one. I, I am quite the opposite, Fleur," she spoke. Though saying the words did she broke her promise to never speak of that what she had become. It just had to be done against the other mare, it was the least she could possibly too for the fiancé of the stallion who died by her actions. A daring move, one that might have cost her her life.