The ground burned underneath her feet, super-heated by the overly bright sun above.
The sands of the path were unbearable in temperature and yet, Anaemica continued.
She was in the desert now, as she had been for almost a week.
Her wings still hadnt healed enough to allow them to lift her weight, grounding her.
Encrusted blood along her hide cracked as her lithe body flexed, muscles dragging her stiff body ever onwards under the blistering sun. Up above, a few dozen vultures circled, waiting for her to give up and offer them a free meal. Anaemica longed to snap at them, to taste their feathery hides in her jaws, but she was weak. Even hunting normal prey was beyond her current strength.
The gusting winds consistently tossed up granules of sand from the surface, abrading her scales and ruining their once slick sheen. It was her fault she was in this mess, she knew it.
If she had simply stayed at home she would never have been attacked by those creatur