Dragon Cave

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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: The Crimson Horror  CB

  • Stolen on:Jun 22, 2013
  • Hatched on:Jun 25, 2013
  • Grew up on:Jun 28, 2013
  • Overall views: 3,304
  • Unique views: 1,073
  • Clicks:5
  • Gender:Male
  • Location:Volcano

Royal Crimson Dragons are so named due to their massive size and confident, regal bearing. Most of the time they are laid back, ignoring non-prey creatures smaller than themselves, although they will occasionally take fresh kills from other dragons as a reminder of their place in the social order. Although there are few other dragons large enough to pose a threat to Royal Crimsons, they have little tolerance for potential rivals and will fiercely defend their territory from such intruders.

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

Boogart and Horror have a long-going rivalry between them about which of the two can come up with the most gruesome, most horrific tale. While they practice their art all year long the official contest happens each year during the late evenings of the annual HAT festival when the dragons of the clan and the lands beyond gather after a good meal around a cozy fire and the diurnal breeds stay up long into the night telling each other stories.

Horror huffs at Boogart's cheap tactics and prefers to paint terrible images with his words continuously. His tales contain graphic descriptions of blood and entrails and death to such a degree that all mothers of the clan make sure their hatchlings are safely tucked away elsewhere whenever Horror starts to spin his yarn.