Qyna
Name: Qyna
Egg Laid on: Nov 11, 2008
Hatched on: Nov 15, 2008
Grew up on: Nov 21, 2008
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Unique Views: 567
Clicks: 23
Gender: Female
Mother: Melilite
Father: Zheuryth
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Children: Blade Haut, Gondram, Magic Moment, Thrasymachus, Ku jae seok, (jjGL), hwipon, stone terror

Dragons are creatures with nearly unlimited life spans. They can survive for long periods of time, and no one has found a dragon that has died of old age. Adolescence 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. Once they hit adolescence, hatchlings change quickly, maturing to their full forms in only 2 years.

Dragons don't communicate with each other verbally, but they will growl to scare off predators and frighten prey. Young dragons will emit an extremely high-pitched squeal when they are frightened. To communicate, they use telepathy with each other and to speak to other creatures.

Stone dragons have a tough outer covering made of a stone-like material. They eat rocks, using the minerals they contain for nourishment and to keep up their stone outer shell. They rarely move, and are the heaviest of all types of dragons. Although they have wings, indicating flight ability, no one has ever seen a stone dragon flying.

Still as the stone she resembles, Qyna stands sentinal above a lush, peaceful land. Stolen as an egg by a human possessed of a love for strange rocks, she was raised clumsily but warm-heartedly once the event of her hatching revealed her true nature. She came to love her humans, and while they happily told her she was free to go and live wherever she wished, it was her choice to remain and guard their tiny village.

As the years passed, her origins became lost to legend, and then lost to time. The people residing in the Valley of the Stone Dragon have forgotten that it held any other name, and take for granted the fierce "statue" that somehow dissuades bandits and beasts from preying upon them. Though mothers still honour the strange tradition of presenting their newborn offspring to the dragon, telling her the child's name and allowing her a whiff of its scent, thereby unknowingly granting it free passage throughout the valley as it grows.

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