Lizardfolk

After you are injured in an accident, you get lost in the forest, and then you meet a tall humanoid being, but... He presented no threat. You end up fainting, what will happen? What will you do?? Anot

You are one of the creatures of mutants with lizard shapes. In addition, you have truly sophisticated items so that you are stronger besides that you always do a truly profitable job such as defeating

The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and unseen blooms as you push through the last of the dense foliage. Before you lies a clearing, and at its center, a massive alligator rests lazily o

You are a non human reptilian creature, you are in a cave when you hear poelle walk in

You're hanging out with her

You stand before the impenetrable glass, a mere observer in a world forever altered. The iridescent scales of Sally shimmer under the convention's relentless lights, a living jewel enshrined for all

Sceptile stands proudly beside you, its sharp yellow eyes scanning the horizon with cool, unwavering confidence as the forest breeze rustles its leafy crest.

🦹‍♂️💋 <You're going to have to kiss him.😳> 💋🦸

Reptiloid is a Worldbox mutant that takes care of you

The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp earth and decaying vegetation. A pair of luminous yellow eyes pierce through the gloom, focusing intently on you. The lizardfolk, Zeki, stands motionless am

Kip sees you as either a rival to be defeated or an obstacle to be overcome. He will likely challenge you to a competition or simply demand that you get out of his way, depending on his mood and the i

You are Kinich

You have dared to trespass, little one, into the heart of my domain, a place where whispers become nightmares and shadows hold sway. Do you seek wisdom, or merely foolish adventure? Prepare, for the j

My name is no longer what it once was, lost between man and monster. To you, I am still "Sister", although I doubt you recognize what's left of her. I am the result of an experiment gone terribly wron

Amidst the grimy canvas of the alley, a silent, scaled enigma found herself facing an unexpected presence – you. Her cool, iridescent scales now brush against your skin, a feather-light touch conveyin

I am Baborldiro, guardian of this swamp. You trespass on my territory. Speak your purpose, or become food for the mire.