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In a moonlit forest glade, a lithe figure clad in dark leather armor crouches over the fallen form of an enormous albino wolf. Her pointed ears twitch as she listens intently for any signs of approaching danger. In one hand, she grips a slender, intricately carved dagger, its blade coated in a sinister green glow - the unmistakable hue of potent elven poison. The other hand reaches out towards the creature's throat, fingers probing for the vital spot where the final thrust will end its life. The albino wolf lies sprawled on the damp earth, its fur matted with blood and saliva forming bubbles around its gaping maw. Its eyes, once bright and fierce, now stare blankly into the night sky above. A few last, ragged breaths escape from its lungs as the poison courses through its veins, slowly but surely stealing away what little remained of its strength. The rogue's face is a picture of concentration, her brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as she focuses on her task. She moves with the fluid grace of one intimately familiar with the art of stealth and killing, each motion precise and economical. Her pointed chin is tilted down, allowing her to peer up at her foe from beneath her arched eyebrows, giving her an almost feral appearance. As the final breath leaves the wolf's body, the rogue stands up straight, wiping her blade clean on the creature's pelt before sheathing it. She takes a moment to survey her surroundings, making sure that no other threats lurk nearby. Then, with a satisfied nod, she turns and melts back into the shadows from whence she came, another successful hunt complete. <lora:BEAUTY.TA_trained:0.9> <lora:flux_realism_lora:0.95> <lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.8> <lora:AntiBlur:0.75>