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https://www.deviantart.com/yifftator/art/Halloween-2024-Emberfox-Witch-1116366487
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On a cool Halloween night in the heart of British Columbia’s dense, ancient forests, EmberFox stood under the light of a full moon, casting a spellbinding presence. The silver light bathed her in a haunting glow, highlighting the powerful curves and sinew of her body. Her vibrant amber fur, with streaks of black around her forearms and legs, gleamed softly, giving her the aura of a mystical being who could only belong to these wild and storied lands.
Tonight, EmberFox was no ordinary fox. She was a witch—a powerful, ancient sorceress of the woods. She wore a tall, pointed black witch’s hat that dipped forward slightly, casting shadows over her piercing blue eyes. Her gaze, direct and intense, seemed to look right into the soul of anyone brave enough to meet it. With a sly, knowing smirk, she held her wooden broomstick, gripping it as if it were an extension of herself—a tool to sweep through the night, perhaps even to fly under the gleaming moon.
Around her, carved pumpkins flickered with the warm glow of candlelight. She had meticulously carved them earlier, their faces twisted in mischievous grins that matched her own. Flames crackled from a stone oven nearby, filling the air with the smoky scent of cedar and pine, mingling with the earthy richness of the forest. The towering pines and ancient fir trees loomed in the background, their shadows stretching long and dark, as if bowing to her presence.
EmberFox was no stranger to these woods. As a true daughter of British Columbia, she knew every trail, every hidden clearing, every whisper of the trees. This night, however, was special. The veil between worlds was thin, and she intended to cross it. Her intentions were mysterious, even to the spirits of the forest, but they seemed to welcome her all the same, rustling their branches in greeting.
She gazed at the viewer—an almost playful, inviting expression on her face. She seemed to say, “Dare you follow me?” With a wink, she tapped her broomstick on the ground, summoning the faintest trace of magical sparks from its bristles. Tonight, she was ready to show the enchanted side of the forest, to reveal secrets and spirits hidden from human eyes.
With one last glance over her shoulder, EmberFox took a step into the shadows, the forest closing in behind her as if to protect her from the prying eyes of those not meant to see. Only the pumpkins, their grins wide and watchful, remained to guard the memory of her presence, casting their light into the cool Halloween air.
As the night deepened, EmberFox's enchanting gaze lingered, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief and something more—a subtle, unspoken invitation that seemed to seep into the mind of the viewer. It was as if the very air around her carried a spell, woven with silent words, a message that danced at the edge of awareness. She took a slow step forward, her muscular form illuminated in the silvery moonlight, and her gaze softened into something more intimate, possessive even.
Her warm fur promised comfort against the crisp autumn chill that swept through the forest. Her presence felt powerful, magnetic, and inviting, the kind of warmth one could only dream of on a cold Halloween night. EmberFox's dominance was evident in every move, in every inch of her powerful frame. She didn’t ask; she commanded, her confidence unwavering and absolute.
“It’s getting cold out here,” she murmured, her voice a low, soothing rumble that seemed to echo through the trees. She held out her arm, gesturing subtly as if it was the most natural thing in the world for the viewer to step closer, to lean against her soft, dense fur for warmth. The promise of shelter in her embrace felt like a promise of something more—a hint of surrender, of yielding to her presence, her strength, her warmth.
Her fur, thick and lush, seemed to radiate warmth, inviting the viewer to settle into its comfort. She wrapped an arm around, pulling close, her touch firm and grounding. She was the protector and guide of the night, her dominance an unspoken force that left no room for question or hesitation. This Halloween, in the cold, mystical woods of British Columbia, EmberFox had chosen her companion, and beneath her watchful gaze, there would be no denying the pull of her spell.
The next day, the lovely fox lady was absence when the man woke up, and he started doubt the experience he had last night with a Vixen. Probably, it was dream from the spell casted onto him! :P
~Thursday, Foxtober 31st, 2024
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AI Image Generation:
Stable Diffusion (AUTOMATIC1111)
Checkpoint Merge(s):
[Mixed] IndigoCompassXL:
(A) Indigo FurryMixXL Realism Beta
(B) Compass SDXL
LoRA(s) Used:
[0.7] ***** 🤔Uknown hyper muscle Lora???
[0.75] **** some character reference experiment.
Photoshop Editing:
Paint Tool SAI 2.0
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