Witherstone
Name: Witherstone
Egg Laid on: Nov 15, 2008
Hatched on: Nov 19, 2008
Grew up on: Nov 22, 2008
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Unique Views: 1380
Clicks: 104
Owner: angelicdragonpuppy
Gender: Female
Mother: StoneQuartz
Father: DS's Gardian
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Children: Ice-Sea, Stonlie, Clumsyfluff, Nul-bim, Shardlet, Rokeel, rocky 101, Starsparkle, (W1mT), Heidi Montag-Pratt, (ZJxV), Samsyro, SS Crack Me Open

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.

Some say that the statue in front of the temple is just that, a statue; others swear that, on cool nights when the breeze is blowing from the sea, they've sworn they have seen the colossal thing move, the head creaking downwards, snapping up the offerings of meat and drink left on the steps. But others argue, and naturally enough, this leads to a group assembling to decide. They poke the statue, and scratch at the corroded scales, as rain-worn and cracked as any real sculpture. They wave their arms and yell and kick the monstrous stony feet. But the silent sentinel does nothing, and with this debate thus resolved, the satisfied winners-and disgruntled losers-soon turn to arguing over whether that strange plant on the edge of Miss Carol's property is really a plant, at all... but then the reports of the statue moving will no doubt crop up again and restart the argument, as if the thing doesn't want them to go poking around that plant, almost as if it knows better...

Get your own!