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: Inappropriately Close

  • Stolen on:Mar 07, 2012
  • Hatched on:Mar 11, 2012
  • Grew up on:Mar 14, 2012
  • Overall views: 4,245
  • Unique views: 1,064
  • Clicks:1
  • Gender:Male
  • Location:Alpine

Nocturne Dragons are a strange breed. Whenever light strikes their bodies, they are frozen in whatever position they were in. This leaves them vulnerable and they rely on camouflage to keep themselves safe. They are often mistaken for statues when in this frozen state, but Nocturne dragons do not actually turn into stone. Rather, they merely idle until the sun goes down. At night, these dragons come to life, proving themselves to be powerful fliers, although little else is known about their true behavior.

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

Inappropriately Close is hopeless. Originally he had been a respected, well-rounded dragon with a good heart and an open mind. When mating season approached, being a gentleman he would suppress the strong desire to go completely girl-crazy, terrified of what would happen if he behaved as his name might imply. But eventually he could no longer resist, and it was as if all the longing he had once hidden came bursting through all at once. He cheated, he lied, he stole, he did anything to coax a female a little closer to him. Now he remains this was even once the mating seasons pass each year, lost in and endless blur of love and desire.