
Welcome to Dragon Cave! Dragon Cave is an online adoptables game. Collect eggs, raise them to adulthood, and then breed them to create interesting lineages. New dragons are added regularly!
Viewing Dragon: Fly On My Shoulder

- Stolen on:Sep 12, 2014
- Hatched on:Sep 14, 2014
- Grew up on:Sep 17, 2014
- Overall views: 5,961
- Unique views: 1,023
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Nhiostrife Wyverns are one of the few known breeds of wyvern with more than one set of wings. Because of their four wings, Nhiostrifes are very nimble in the air and control their movements with ease. When it’s mating season, males put on a very beautiful and unique air dance in an attempt to charm a female. The amount of stripes on their wings vary, with more stripes being more attractive, although most have only two to four. Their general attitude is very passive and curious—they only fight if they or their families are in danger.
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.
User Description
Fly spent his first year of life in the home of a human, often curled peacefully at her feet as her pet. He remembers the house fondly, a labyrinth of new rooms to discover and edges to perch upon, yet found himself terrified of the thought of being trapped behind one of the seemingly endless doors the human loved so dearly. It was not an unusual number of doors in the house, but still during his practice sessions Fly found himself crashing into them, more often than not ending up with a bloodied muzzle and temporarily blurred vision. He left the house barely a year after hatching, choosing instead to live with other dragons in a place where he would be able to stretch his rapidly growing wings. Yet the memories of the human stayed with him and, far deeper than them, memories of the doors: the gripping fear just before a collision came. His mild repulsion grew into wild paranoia and Fly now finds himself unable to even look at a door without spiraling, panicked, into skyward retreat.
