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: Fallen Flamescale

  • Stolen on:Jun 12, 2015
  • Hatched on:Jun 15, 2015
  • Grew up on:Jun 18, 2015
  • Overall views: 8,278
  • Unique views: 1,120
  • Clicks:15
  • Gender:Male
  • Location:Volcano

Hellfire Wyverns are so named for their foul tempers and fiery visages. Their social structure places all females above all males, due to superior physical characteristics and violent dispositions. Forced subservience of the males causes them to become vicious, petty, antisocial, and passive-aggressive compared to the aggressive and social females. However, orphaned hatchlings raised by foster parents of another species can develop surprisingly even tempers and mellow dispositions, proving that their defining unpleasant nature is, in fact, a learned 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

Fallen Flamescale stood proudly, surveying the land before him. Yes, he had won it all. He's stonger and braver than the other males of his kind. Now, he can rightfully call himself the king of this land- wait a minute. The scroll-keeper is calling him, saying something about his bedtime. Flamescale huffed and whined, claiming that as king he should be able to choose his bedtime. There was a hint of a smile on the scroll-keeper's face. She says that since he was still young, he needs his rest. He can keep playing tomorrow. Flamescale rolled around, whining, but the scroll-keeper stayed firm. Eventually, he became tired, and slunk back to the cave. He settled down in his favorite corner, eyeing the hatchlings suspiciously. There was a Misfit Pygmy there, and one can never tell what those little buggers are plotting. He sighed and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep.