Fictional Creatures #20

Seedance 1.0 Lite

To pluck from your beard all the crumbs!  😃 

Gratz on runner up brother, another epic rider, had you in the top 3 again today 🍻 

Hey now I was saving those as a snack for later 😋 

Masterpiece Monday

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Death on Pale Steed Charges From Dark Forest

A Scream Tears From My Throat As My Nightmare Comes!

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Create your own fantasy forest spirits

This hyperdetailed image shows a slender Dryad, her bark-like skin and leafy hair emerging from an ancient oak. Her glowing emerald eyes reflect deep awareness in the sun-dappled glade.

Dryad Emerges from Ancient Oak in Enchanted Forest

Moonlight Dryad

Forest Spirit by Moonlit Pond With Ancient Monoliths

Legendary 5% winner in the Fictional Creatures challenge hosted by @--Tea-- 

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This image shows a dryad, a forest spirit, blending with an ancient oak tree. Her form is detailed with bark textures and emerald hues, adorned with leaves. The scene is bathed in ethereal, golden light, emphasizing natural colors and a mystical atmosphere.

Dryad Spirit Emerges From Ancient Oak Tree

Dryad - Spirit of the Forest

Obsidian Moth Queen

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Elven Warrior With Majestic Dragon-Wolf Mount

Dragon/wolf hybrid and her bonded

The golden Griffin

This time, it's personal!

he touches the heart with his play... ♥

«They say Crillan was born not from magic, nor from moonlight,
but from a single trembling note that escaped a violin
long after the musician had gone.

A shy spirit with wings as thin as breath
and a coat borrowed from forgotten winter evenings,
he plays not to impress,
but to keep the silence warm.

Each stroke of his bow is a whisper of comfort,
each melody a reminder that even the smallest voice
can fill a vast, echoing hall.

Some hear him as a distant chirr,
others as a cricket's lullaby.
But those who truly listen
say Crillan’s music is the sound of a heart
that never learned how to be loud
and never needed to»