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.

Gray dragons are the masters of the skies. They are excellent fliers and land only to rest and eat. In addition, they have full control of the weather. They are very hot-tempered and easily angered. They will attack any human that bothers them, conjuring strong winds and dangerous lightning.

This dragon is steeped in mystery and shrouded in myth. Few have seen him, fewer have known what they saw, and none have seen him twice; or, at least, lived to speak of it.

The Wild Hunt can be witnessed on the night of the new moon, when the wind's music in the leaves changes to an eerie howl, and the earthly creatures huddle closer in their burrows, and hide their heads. He stalks this plane when a shiver crawls up your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck prickle, and faint strains of unearthly music tease just beyond your hearing.

Though he remains aloof and distant from most of the world, he loves Goddess of the Hunt like the moon loves the sun; he needs her, like a king needs his crown, like a branch needs a tree, like a song needs a singer. She is his life, now and forever more.

They hunt together beneath the moon, and pine for one another when the sun rises between them, and the earth turns its face to another day.