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: Autumn of Gold

  • Laid on:Oct 29, 2013
  • Hatched on:Nov 01, 2013
  • Grew up on:Nov 04, 2013
  • Overall views: 2,043
  • Unique views: 660
  • Clicks:3
  • Gender:Female

Pumpkin Dragons are a very small breed, named after their affinity for pumpkins. They are always found living inside hollowed-out pumpkins, and are only seen during the harvest season. Young children often hollow out and decorate their pumpkins in the hope that a Pumpkin Dragon will make it his or her home.

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.

Pygmy dragons are the smallest category of dragons, being on the same scale as domesticated animals. They are often found around concentrated populations of dragons, relying on their larger brethren to ward away potential predators and leave scraps. As such, the majority of a pygmy’s diet is scavenged. Due to their tiny size, pygmies do not breed with larger varieties of dragons.

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In autumn, she was born, a gentle shower of golden leaves falling around her, making a bed of molten sunshine amongst fiery crimsons, sunset oranges and cheerful yellows. With her pumpkin taken away by the harvest collectors, she curled up in the midst of leaves, glimmering golden scales blending in with her bed. Always after that, she dances on the wind in an autumn melody of gentle sunbeams, leaves of fire and the scent of pumpkins, resting only when the tranquil moon bathes the lands in silver, retreating to the coziness of a orange hollowed cave, ever lined with the gold of sun woven leaves. Once the fiery fall ends and icy lace flowers fill the air in place of her autumn song, she vanishes, ever moving with her beloved season, a legacy of the first autumn of gold.