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: They Said I Was Normal

  • Laid on:Dec 04, 2012
  • Hatched on:Dec 08, 2012
  • Grew up on:Dec 11, 2012
  • Overall views: 2,152
  • Unique views: 688
  • Clicks:5
  • Gender:Female

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

"They said I was normal; aye, yes, they did, but then I speared their bodies with frozen artichokes and stuck them on a uranium campfire. That, my friends, is how I got my dinner." Such a story is often told by this peculiar ridgewing. Known for her beauty and unique ridges (which, according to her, are a rare variety most different from the others), she can often be seen pacing around her remote cave. Though not many pass by her way, she welcomes visitors in and will often insist that they stay for "dinner" at her cave. However, as soon as they take one step into the cheerfully lit home, they become hapless victims tied a frozen artichoke and forced to listen to her story over and over. When they finally pass out from hunger, fear, or excessively toxic levels of boredom, she impales them, too, with frozen artichokes, and roasts them for dinner. But of course, when she doesn't have dragons to torture and eat, she's perfectly willing to devour the artichokes themselves.