Vampire Dragons are members of the undead. They sustain themselves by drinking the blood of others. It is said that they are only “alive” at night, and seem dead or asleep during the day, as they cannot endure sunlight for long periods of time. Vampire Dragons can only reproduce by changing the eggs of other dragons, puncturing the shell with their fangs and injecting venom that kills the baby inside.

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

A Cold December Night, December for short, was named after a small poem his owner thought of. He is quiet and secretive, shy and lonely. He never comes out of his cave unless it is to feed, but he only eats plants. He thinks all living creatures deserve to live, including the smallest mouse. He thinks the poem he was named after is quite weird, because his owner tried to hard for it to rhyme, but he loves it anyway. This is the poem that he was named after.

A cold December night, the stars shining bright. Cold hearted orb that captivates the night, steals colors from our sight, red is gray and yellow white, but we decide which is right, and which is an illusion. Pinprick holes in a midnight sky, let insipid figures of light pass by, the mighty light of twelve thousand suns, challenges the infinity and soon is gone. Nighttime, to some a brief interlude, to others a fear of solitude. Dear Helios, wake up your steeds! Bring the countryside the warmth it needs.