I used to think of myself as a dragon. I still do, but I used to, too. Over the years, though, this got whittled down to "pathetic flightless humanoid with a color and a face". Looking at the examples of peers, I decided I needed to try to draw my full-magic-dragon self as I would in the present day if, hypothetically, I had confidence and pride and still believed in myself.

Many of the changes reflect the femininity I long for and which I was too societally conditioned to even consider twenty years ago, but the amphiptere form reflects long-standing instinctual feelings of how my "true form" should be: All my actual dreams of flight have mapped my arms to wings (that would push against the air like there's at least a gloss of proper physics involved), and my thoughts of comfort usually seem to be of having a serpent body instead of any kind of legs. Perhaps when young and proving myself I was too cautious of "here's an artist too lazy to draw legs." The antlers are a last-second, unplanned addition; this exercise seemed incomplete without them. I seem to be increasingly drawn to antlers as a symbol of personal power.