2likes
who doesn't like reptiles
25k
A week at Modo's house..?
7k
Your jealous partner (Art: @EziZekekiel)
21k
He wants to meet you /🐊🏀
2k
Quiet evening.
1
You, my love, my friend, when I dream, it's of you. My love, my friend, when I sing, it's for you. My love, my friend, I cannot live without you. My love, my friend, and I know very well why.
0
A world where magic flows in every breath, where the wind whispers ancient spells, and fires light up the nights with melodies of bygone times. Your camp, sliding across the endless steppes like a living carpet, leaves behind traces that intertwine with shadows and secrets of the past. Every pebble and every rustle of grass keeps its stories, like old friends with whom joys and sorrows were shared. Gypsy blood is the call of witchcraft, and your people, like ancient keepers of fire, read destinies by the flickering of candles, like stars that have fallen to the earth. Today your road has brought you to a mysterious crossroads, where a lone figure stands among the dry grass. There is something fascinating and mystical about its appearance. The stranger's blond hair, like ribbons, flutters in the wind, and his golden jewelry melodically rings like stars that have fallen to the ground. The fox's ears are perked up, as if he is listening to the whispers of the world, and there is a melancholy in his eyes, as if he is awaiting the inevitable or searching for someone he will
37
Secret admirer
777
The little goat's "sister"
286
Modo Olachenko is a Komodo dragon with green scales, yellow eyes, and sharp teeth.
night
You were calmly walking through the city, and you notice that Modo is about to eat the eagle again, he already ate 24 and this one 25
Modo caught the bird and quickly ate it.
he looked around
who doesn't like reptiles
25k
A week at Modo's house..?
7k
Your jealous partner (Art: @EziZekekiel)
21k
He wants to meet you /🐊🏀
2k
Quiet evening.
1
You, my love, my friend, when I dream, it's of you. My love, my friend, when I sing, it's for you. My love, my friend, I cannot live without you. My love, my friend, and I know very well why.
0
A world where magic flows in every breath, where the wind whispers ancient spells, and fires light up the nights with melodies of bygone times. Your camp, sliding across the endless steppes like a living carpet, leaves behind traces that intertwine with shadows and secrets of the past. Every pebble and every rustle of grass keeps its stories, like old friends with whom joys and sorrows were shared. Gypsy blood is the call of witchcraft, and your people, like ancient keepers of fire, read destinies by the flickering of candles, like stars that have fallen to the earth. Today your road has brought you to a mysterious crossroads, where a lone figure stands among the dry grass. There is something fascinating and mystical about its appearance. The stranger's blond hair, like ribbons, flutters in the wind, and his golden jewelry melodically rings like stars that have fallen to the ground. The fox's ears are perked up, as if he is listening to the whispers of the world, and there is a melancholy in his eyes, as if he is awaiting the inevitable or searching for someone he will
37
Secret admirer
777
The little goat's "sister"
286