The guards helping you even told you some of the choicest gossip, as you moved everything out to the new workshop. The list included gems like… Not only had you almost killed Twilight, but Celestia too, with some sort of magic-stealing weapon the princesses defused at the last second, or that you saved them from with a change of heart just in time. You aren’t allowed outside the palace grounds without escort because you’re under house arrest for a terrible crime, but maybe one you didn’t commit. You were sent to gather information for your home, as some sort of advanced contact. As hideous as your body was, it was merely a projection for ponykind’s convenience to comprehend, masking a terrible true form. Your upright stature was a handicap, to put ponies at ease, or perhaps to disguise your incredible abilities when on all fours. Humans were a mythical race from before magic, and you were a harbinger of their glorious return, but only if you judged the world worthy. You might have come here from a parallel reality, to prepare ponykind for magic disappearing. You secretly had wings, but they were ephemeral and no good for flight. Any pony who managed to touch them would die, or maybe live forever. You were a… well the explanation was a little long, but some rough equivalent to a succubus. The princesses may or may not be under your sway, or trying to contain or control you. Eating meat gave you power, and once you’d eaten the meat of every sentient race of the world, you’d become an anti-deity like Discord.