Thunder Dragons are the masters of electricity. Their wings gather energy as they soar through the clouds, and when they clap their wings together they can create devastating arcs of lightning. They can stay airborne nearly indefinitely, landing only to sleep and breed; they catch their prey from the air and take moisture from the clouds. A thunder dragon’s roar is considered to be an omen of misfortune.

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.

He hissed and spat, furious. He did not know why he was furious, but he was notorious for this trait. For he was angry at the world and roared with a roar like thunder and clapped his wings in anger. He spent his time in the skies, fought with others in his seemingly endless rage, he hunted and looked for a mate. Sometimes he liked to land and rest for awhile, just thinking over the choices he made, appearing as though to calm down for a few moments in his life. His wings sparked and cracked with electricity, driving those away from him as he gazed on, saddened by the fact others were afraid of him. Only to have his demeanor replaced once more into the fierce and savage dragon he was.