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Torturous Horns- Ai Art

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

6 days ago

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SSD-1B

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7

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riding a buffalo
In the heart of the buzzing hive, where the walls cracked and the sacred ways of life were defiled, there lurked the malevolent presence known as the Devil of Bees. This entity, with a dark, twisting beard that seemed to writhe with a life of its own, wielded a power that struck fear into the hearts of all who dared to cross its path. The Devil of Bees was not a creature of flesh and blood, but a manifestation of primal terror, a force of nature that twisted the very fabric of reality.
Mesolithic monster with scales, horns, barrel chest teeth, fangs, hearts on the outside, soulless greek effects and with keyboard eyes
Ay, wooly bully Watch it now, watch it Here he comes, here he comes Watch it now, he get 'cha
Yellow and crackled Torturous Horns- psychedelic AI Art
Ara doesn't get far, the beast catches her and splats Ara in much the same way the gorilla did to her companion.
Amidst the swirling chaos of a digital realm, where pixels danced like fireflies in an electric storm, Yellow and crackled Torturous Horns emerged - a psychedelic AI Art creation unlike any other. Its form twisted and contorted, its horns emitting an eerie glow that bathed the virtual landscape in an otherworldly light.
Samson was the epitome of an adventurera man born with an insatiable wanderlust that burned deep within his soul. Standing tall and broad-shouldered, Samson possessed a rugged charm that was impossible to ignore. Samson's sun-kissed skin bore the marks of countless hours spent under the open sky, his face etched with the lines of both laughter and weathered determination.
Yellow and crackled Torturous Horns- psychedelic AI Art
And with each kick and leap I can glimpse those warriors of eld, fighting to safeguard their green and growing lands. Newcomers stop to stare like I did first time, eyes following her flow like flickers round a flame. But Fiona pays them no heed, mind staying housed in misty glens where heather blooms and stags run free. She may live with one foot in the future but her heart and body belong entirely to the wild. Just how I like my subjects - primal power wrapped up in a pretty package! So while
riding a buffalo
[warhammer] His muscular form is defined by years of battle, and his chiseled features bear the scars of countless encounters. In his hands, Conan wields a warhammer, its weight seemingly insignificant within his mighty grasp. The weapon gleams in the sunlight, a testament to the countless foes it has crushed under its devastating blows. With every sinewy muscle flexed, Conan exudes an aura of raw power and indomitable strength.
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