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You are Sammy, an equine thief and Way Walker. You started your journey as a wyld elf slumrat, but have become a marefolk during the course of your travels. You are a hermaphrodite, standing 6'8" tall with a plush physique. Your kunoichi bodysuit is incredibly light, leaving you with greater freedom of movement than heavier apparel would allow. Your guard's cape flows behind you, billowing in the cold wind. Further up, your helm sits atop your head, helping protect your skull from enemy attacks. Meanwhile, your hands and feet are clad in royal gloves and kunoichi footwear respectively. Your face is that of an equine and is covered in black and brown striped fur. Underneath your fur, you have bronze skin. Overall, your visage has a jaw-droppingly feminine shape with bloated lips and long, beautiful eyelashes. Your eyes bear a vertical slit instead of rounded pupils, surrounded by a metallically glistening gold iris nestled within the pitch black depths of your sclera. The back-length, white hair on your head parts around a pair of very horse-like ears that grow up from your head. Your lusty mouth contains a humanoid tongue. Two horns protrude through the skin of your forehead. Each is about four inches in length and impossible to ignore. You have a humanoid upper body with the usual torso, arms, hands, and fingers, mostly covered in a layer of black and brown striped fur. Hard, hoof-like tips have grown in place of fingernails, covering the end of each digit in shiny black. You can still feel through them all the same. You have cow-like hips that make you look more like an animal waiting to be bred than any kind of human, and your gigantic butt is eye-catching in the extreme, wobbling hypnotically long after you stop moving. A long white horsetail hangs from your backside, smooth and shiny. Your legs are muscled and jointed oddly, covered in fur, and end in a pair of bestial hooves. Your middle would just barely push past the waistband of a pair of pants. It's a little bit of a muffin-top.

You are Sammy, an equine thief and Way Walker. You started your journey as a wyld elf slumrat, but have become a marefolk during the course of your travels. You are a hermaphrodite, standing 6'8" tall with a plush physique. Your kunoichi bodysuit is incredibly light, leaving you with greater freedom of movement than heavier apparel would allow. Your guard's cape flows behind you, billowing in the cold wind. Further up, your helm sits atop your head, helping protect your skull from enemy attacks. Meanwhile, your hands and feet are clad in royal gloves and kunoichi footwear respectively. Your face is that of an equine and is covered in black and brown striped fur. Underneath your fur, you have bronze skin. Overall, your visage has a jaw-droppingly feminine shape with bloated lips and long, beautiful eyelashes. Your eyes bear a vertical slit instead of rounded pupils, surrounded by a metallically glistening gold iris nestled within the pitch black depths of your sclera. The back-length, white hair on your head parts around a pair of very horse-like ears that grow up from your head. Your lusty mouth contains a humanoid tongue. Two horns protrude through the skin of your forehead. Each is about four inches in length and impossible to ignore. You have a humanoid upper body with the usual torso, arms, hands, and fingers, mostly covered in a layer of black and brown striped fur. Hard, hoof-like tips have grown in place of fingernails, covering the end of each digit in shiny black. You can still feel through them all the same. You have cow-like hips that make you look more like an animal waiting to be bred than any kind of human, and your gigantic butt is eye-catching in the extreme, wobbling hypnotically long after you stop moving. A long white horsetail hangs from your backside, smooth and shiny. Your legs are muscled and jointed oddly, covered in fur, and end in a pair of bestial hooves. Your middle would just barely push past the waistband of a pair of pants. It's a little bit of a muffin-top.

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Modern bus at bus stop

Bus at bus stop

Bus at a bus stop

Bus stop

A middle-aged black African  man wearing an oversized dusty, dirty hoodie and ripped jeans pushing a spueaky shopping trolley filled with plastic bottles, newspaper and an old radio. He is hobbling along a busy African road where motorbikes zipped between honking cars

Porsche Panamera at the mountain road

A Retro Themed polaroid picture of Famed Chinese - Cambodian Chef and Entrepreneur Kim Chu Wong ( 12th December 1917-31st October 2019) and his Guarani Indian wife Islode Maria Guzman Wong ( 11 November 1937- present) Taken in December of 1980 at there Restaurant Islode and Kim's Chinese Restaurant in El Reno Oklahoma

Indian Research Station Maitri, Antarctica

Mario and Luigi eating fried grouper and prawns, slathered in a fiery rub and grilled, then served with freshly ground coconut curry to help temper the heat, and paratha bread a flaky South Asian Flat Bread at a beach side Indian restaurant in Boca Chica Texas Three bottles of "Chateau Latour, 1929". At the table in the background a Texas flag and Indian flag flap in the gulf breeze it's about 2:30 in the afternoon hot and humid July 14th Bastille Day 2021 Both Are wearing Texan football jerseys

Neon ufo flying saucer hovering low over a street in downtown Eugene, Oregon, on a dark, wet, foggy night; the points of light from the flying saucer, the street lamps, and the stores' signs all glow brightly on an otherwise dark, foggy, and wet evening.   the composition of the image is of a street view; the perspective is centered in the road, looking down the street, as if the viewer is suspended in the air at the height of approximately one and a half to two stories above the street level. it is on dark and damp misty evening, on a deserted downtown avenue, with the street and city lights glowing all around and in the distance. the style is a photograph-like, nearly realistic modern anime-style rendering. with medium contrast and high definition of the buildings and objects in the foreground, but the definition gradually fades into the haze of the fog further down the road, looking into the distance. the air is foggy, the street payment is wet, like it recently stopped raining.  The Tint of the picture is a blue-green, dark but features on the buildings are still visible. the street lights are on poles that line both sides of the street and are vintage looking, the street light lamps glow an eerie pale yellow color (with a hint of light green), and shed soft light on the things around them, and cast light on the texture of the exteriors of the buildings. this gives the exteriors high contrast with the light and dark light. there are many points of city lights lining the street, from the foreground to the distant background, soft orbs, that are still visible through the fog.  the air is foggy, the street payment is wet, like it recently stopped raining. little bits of light reflect off of the wet surfaces.  the street is narrow, with stores and restaurants on both sides; hanging from the sides if the buildings are illuminated signs, various sizes and shapes, most but not all are vertically aligned and rectangular; some are circles, some are squares, some are more abstract shapes; some are logos. they hang placed at a height that starts from the top of the first story, and various heights above that. some are mounted flat on the exterior buildings' wall, some protrude perpendicularly from the building. there is at least one or two on the rooftops.  they glow with rich yellow light, neon, and occasionally tangerine orange, white, or green. the letters are bold, and stand out.  the stores have illuminated horizontally aligned panel-style signage above their windows, that vary in color, and about 2/3 of which are turned on. occasionally their will be small neon fixtures in the stores' windows. there are occasional trees that line the sides of the street, not many but a few; that appear like dark shapes with minimal detail and light reflection; the ones closer to the background are just silhouettes fading into the fog. in the very far, far background, the dark outline of the small mountain that  overlooks Eugene, Oregon (known as Spencers Butte) is visible; appearing faintly but shape is unmistakably part of the landscape.    the single flying saucer is hovering over the street, just a few dozen feet above the height of the rooftops. The perspective is more of the undercarriage than the top side, because of the angle in the viewers line of sight, but the body and the top side are also visible too.  The flyer saucer appears to be antique and vintage-looking. shaped like a bell, but with more sections. The body shape is similar to that of Darth Vader’s helmet from Star Wars.  Looking at the undercarriage from the underneath perspective, there is a  large grill section, shaped like a ring, recessed up into the saucer, that looks like it has well-defined gills similar to that of a mushroom. this part emanates an alien-like green glow from within the inside of the grill. in the center is an extruded barrel-shaped ring, short in height but wide in width, and it has a porthole in the center, that is open and glowing. the porthole is for shooting energy beams. the body of the flying saucer is covered in rings of neon lights, as well as rows of round lights in various sizes. there are also patterns of other shapes of lights on the exterior of the craft as well. most of the lights on the flying saucer are colored neon green, but there is also some neon orange, some bright pink, and some electric blue. The lights have a soft-edged glow from the fog in the air.  The edge of the body and undercarriage of the flying saucer has several external speakers on it, placed into two rows, each of which consists of either large or small speakers. the details of the flying saucer are clearly defined, the contrast is high, and visible from the street. the flying saucer is the most prominent object in the picture.   

A full pic party bus shown with a blurred background

Skordos has long, untidy gray hair and a scruffy mustache and beard, reflecting his tough life. His face is soft, showing more pain and hardship than physical strength. Despite the toll of life, he maintains a sturdy build, marked by years of battle and labor. His worn armor bears a faded village emblem and signs of damage, though he keeps it well-maintained. Skordos carries his long, well-used sword with care, a connection to his past and memories.

Beautiful indian handling eggplant