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    (score_9, score_8_up), score_7_up,  <lora:PonyNightL40K_r1:0.8> A solitary Sister of Battle, a warrior of the Adepta Sororitas, laying in a serene yet eerie pose on a bed of vibrant green grass beneath a starlit night sky. Her power armor, a gleaming beacon of faith and strength in the dark, casts a moonlit shadow that pools around her. Her black hair spills out from under her helmet, mingling with the soft fabric of her crimson sash as it drapes over her shoulder. The night air is alive with the spirit of Halloween, as a scattering of oversized, glowing pumpkins surround her, their carved faces grinning menacingly. The full moon bathes the scene in a soft, silvery light, while the glow from the pumpkins casts an orange hue on the surrounding foliage. The woods are dense and ancient, with twisted branches and dark leaves that seem to whisper secrets in the gentle breeze. Despite the tranquility of her repose, the Sister's vigilant gaze is fixed on the horizon, her boltgun resting by her side, ever ready to purge the unclean from the Emperor's realm. The contrast of her stoic form against the whimsical Halloween backdrop is a stark reminder of the eternal vigilance required to maintain order amidst the chaos of the 41st millennium.
    Prompt

    (score_9, score_8_up), score_7_up, <lora:PonyNightL40K_r1:0.8> A solitary Sister of Battle, a warrior of the Adepta Sororitas, laying in a serene yet eerie pose on a bed of vibrant green grass beneath a starlit night sky. Her power armor, a gleaming beacon of faith and strength in the dark, casts a moonlit shadow that pools around her. Her black hair spills out from under her helmet, mingling with the soft fabric of her crimson sash as it drapes over her shoulder. The night air is alive with the spirit of Halloween, as a scattering of oversized, glowing pumpkins surround her, their carved faces grinning menacingly. The full moon bathes the scene in a soft, silvery light, while the glow from the pumpkins casts an orange hue on the surrounding foliage. The woods are dense and ancient, with twisted branches and dark leaves that seem to whisper secrets in the gentle breeze. Despite the tranquility of her repose, the Sister's vigilant gaze is fixed on the horizon, her boltgun resting by her side, ever ready to purge the unclean from the Emperor's realm. The contrast of her stoic form against the whimsical Halloween backdrop is a stark reminder of the eternal vigilance required to maintain order amidst the chaos of the 41st millennium.

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    CFG Scale4
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    Euler a
    Seed3131980985
    Steps50
    Negative Prompt

    score_6, score_5, score_4, negativeXL_D, blurry, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, missing fingers, fewer digits, source_furry, ugly,