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: Anastasia of Nyx

  • Stolen on:Jun 08, 2017
  • Hatched on:Jun 10, 2017
  • Grew up on:Jun 13, 2017
  • Overall views: 6,337
  • Unique views: 1,040
  • Clicks:1
  • Gender:Female
  • Location:Forest

Mistlet Pygmies thrive in humid environments and are most content when frolicking in the rain or fog. The cheerful demeanor they exhibit provides a remarkable contrast to their shadowy appearance, bringing joy in otherwise gloomy environments. Mistlets are an especially beautiful sight in long summer evenings, as their streak of vibrant scales catch the fading sunlight. They spend a great deal of their time foraging for edible roots and insects, and sometimes enjoy treats in the form of small fish or frogs.

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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Mauled by a larger, predatory dragon, this Dark Myst and her mate narrowly escaped into a decaying tree log. They nursed their wounds and fell asleep, nestled and safe. When the morning came, she crawled from a gnarled tree stump and blinked happily at the sun. Stretching her limbs, she noticed that while scarred, they appeared healed. The nightmare of the night before seemed long over.

However, her beloved was nowhere to be seen and the environment was strange; she had no recollection of the mosses that grew on the stump nor of the nearby trees so unfamiliar to her senses. Perhaps they had traveled a great ways to escape their tormentor. To this day, she has traversed even greater distances, returned home, and explored new places. Yet, call as she might, her mate's voice never echoes back.