a faint glow radiated from me, my four horns shining a virulent purple, nothing but desolation around me as I stretched my featherless wings

an intense field of magic surrounded me, holding me in the air slightly, the air tinged with despair and choked by the dust, looking at the traveler who had crossed into the grey desert which I had retreated

my denim shorts waving in the wind as I idly ran my hands through the thread of my leggings, my black tank top holding my chest adequately