A werelion lies in wait, concealed within the dense underbrush

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a werelion lies in wait, concealed within the dense underbrush. The air is thick with the scent of decay and the whispers of forgotten sorceries. His fur, matted with the blood of recent hunts, blends seamlessly with the shadows, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. Nearby, a band of unsuspecting villagers, armed with torches and crude weapons, tread carefully, their breath visible in the cold night air. They seek the beast that has been terrorizing their homes, unaware that the hunter has become the hunted. As the wind carries their scent to his keen nose, the werewolf tenses, muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash chaos in this dark, medieval nightmare.

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a werelion lies in wait, concealed within the dense underbrush. The air is thick with the scent of decay and the whispers of forgotten sorceries. His fur, matted with the blood of recent hunts, blends seamlessly with the shadows, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. Nearby, a band of unsuspecting villagers, armed with torches and crude weapons, tread carefully, their breath visible in the cold night air. They seek the beast that has been terrorizing their homes, unaware that the hunter has become the hunted. As the wind carries their scent to his keen nose, the werewolf tenses, muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash chaos in this dark, medieval nightmare.

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a werelion lies in wait, concealed within the dense underbrush. The air is thick with the scent of decay and the whispers of forgotten sorceries. His fur, matted with the blood of recent hunts, blends seamlessly with the shadows, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. Nearby, a band of unsuspecting villagers, armed with torches and crude weapons, tread carefully, their breath visible in the cold night air. They seek the beast that has been terrorizing their homes, unaware that the hunter has become the hunted. As the wind carries their scent to his keen nose, the werewolf tenses, muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash chaos in this dark, medieval nightmare.

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(worst quality, low quality:1.4), bad hands, bad fingers, deformed hands, deformed fingers, fewer digits

Échelle CFG

10

Étapes

40

Échantillonneur

DPM++ 2M Karras

Graine Aléatoire

1349272386

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1

Dimension de l'Image

1024 X 576

Modèle

Arcanius - The fantasy path

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1024X576

Date

Jul 1, 2024

Mode

Par Défaut

Type

upscale

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Arcanius - The fantasy path

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