
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 Master's Sleir

- Stolen on:Sep 14, 2013
- Hatched on:Sep 17, 2013
- Grew up on:Sep 20, 2013
- Overall views: 7,117
- Unique views: 1,615
- Clicks:1
- Owner:EmberFaust
- Gender:Male
- Location:Alpine
Ridgewing Dragons live just below the snow level on the upper slopes of mountains. They are a friendly, playful breed and enjoy dancing in wind currents near their homes or plummeting down into valleys from great heights. Their wings, by far their most striking feature, grow in fin-like ridges along their backs. While their bodies lack markings to blend better with their surroundings, a ridgewing’s wings have bright markings in the colors of the flowers that grow in their mountain habitat. Occasionally different-colored individuals can be found, but they are rare because their striking coloring offers little protection.
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
Bright colors on dazzling wings, the colors of blood and freedom. A fighter since the day he was hatched, Sleir would constantly try to prove his strength over all those who challenged him. He would challenge others, all in good fun of course, though this left them often in a begrudging mood. His pompous attitude was a problem from the start. This particularly caught the Seragamma Edin's attention, and he took drastic measures in ensuring this behavior didn't continue. The two got into a fight late at night, one that resulted in Sleir barely having the strength to breath, much less fly to any source of help. The Whites found him in the morning and did their best healing him. However, it left his wings scared and torn, and their once gorgeous array of colors seeming bleak and dull. Now, he is left alone, no longer able to show off his once beautiful wings. He still enjoys taking long flights over the mountains, gliding on the smooth wind, still haunted by his regret.
