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: Plumed Shades

  • Laid on:Nov 19, 2013
  • Hatched on:Nov 22, 2013
  • Grew up on:Nov 25, 2013
  • Overall views: 2,367
  • Unique views: 858
  • Clicks:5

Thunder Dragons are the masters of electricity. Their wings gather energy as they soar through the clouds, and when they clap their wings together they can create devastating arcs of lightning. They can stay airborne nearly indefinitely, landing only to sleep and breed; they catch their prey from the air and take moisture from the clouds. A thunder dragon’s roar is considered to be an omen of misfortune.

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

Often seen bedecked in the feathers of other creatures, this female rarely strays far from the lake she guards over. Why a thunder dragon, a creature of the open skies, would choose to stand vigil over a body of water is anyone's guess--but some speculate a former mate of hers may have fallen there. This notion, however, is total nonsense; her mate is very much alive (and adorable), and she favors the lake simply because of the abundance of easy prey and pretty waterfowl feathers... not to mention that her parents live nearby. But hey, what the humans don't know doesn't hurt them, and she rather enjoys the more poetic picture they've painted of her.

What time she doesn't spend gliding overhead on stately wings is spent drifting like a shadow across the water's surface, quickly picking up the discarded feathers of cranes and swans and wedging them carefully into the crooks of her scales.