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!
Undine Dragons are named for the water spirits with which they share territory. They have close relationships with these spirits, and are able to communicate with them. In exchange for protection and respect of their mutual freshwater homes, laid eggs are often protected by a blessing. This blessing stays with the dragon into adulthood, and with it they gain potent magical abilities. Sometimes when an Undine Dragon becomes very upset, the ground at their feet may frost over or begin to steam. They have also been observed to manipulate water directly, rerouting raindrops or creating puddles from groundwater. Undine Dragons always live near forest pools, streams, or waterfalls. Both genders take equal part in the raising of young and are very good parents—though they may not remain mated after the offspring are grown.
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.
Xaagathen was both diligent and powerful, and as such the lakes he guarded were some of the best protected in all the realm. Water spirits and lesser beasts alike flocked to his sanctuary, the pools filled with lilies and laughter and life, a picture of rare and perfect beauty. Yet nature is not always so benevolent, and against its wrath not even Xaagathen's strength could stand. It started simply--a bit less rain than expected, a bit more heat--but soon it was a full fledged drought, a desert rolling over the once fertile land and stealing bliss and breath from its inhabitants. No water remains there now, and no living creature save Xaagathen--now bitter, stubborn, waiting without end for the rain he knows will never return.