Rarity had walked down the path of gravel under the company of the moonlight and the sounds of the other creatures of the night. The unicorn still had her horn charged in order to keep the parasol close to her body. She had given Trixie some mercy though. She had originally desired to feed from her blood once again, as that was her promise. But she changed that very plan rather quick. But only when she was told that Trixie was hurt so much already for her done deeds. Despite being a monster of the night, she still had remorse flowing through her body. Even if it was just a little bit. Just enough to make the decisions between both right and wrong.