Dark green dragons, once they mature, appear to become an entirely different species. However, this isn’t true. Rather, they burrow underground and get nutrients from their vines. These vines are sometimes referred to as Dragon Grass. These dragons are very violent, and will use their vines to capture, kill, and eat anything that moves, as well as nearby plants. Luckily, their range is limited and they cannot use magic. Dark green dragons tend to be easy to spot since they usually kill all plants around them and thus are usually surrounded by a large clearing.

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.

A hatchling wandering the territory of the Flight alone will inevitably encounter the smell of sweet nectar in the air. When it follows the scent, which promises bright blooms, it comes to a small clearing. And there lays Plaga among her blossoms, each one the size of the hatchling's body. She speaks softly and offers to play games. She seems gentle, and the hatchlings always play with her until they are exhausted and fall asleep. It is then that a true smile crosses her face, and she devours them alive. She delights in the befriending of the hatchlings more than eating of them—the trapping is the game she loves most.

There's one hatchling that she has caught without eating: Ermelinda. The day she lured her, Ermelinda's courage convinced Plaga to let her live. And the hatchling came back, again and again. And each time, the thought of eating her became harder. The hatchling calls Plaga her friend—and Plaga finds herself trapped in a real bond, growing tighter around her each day.