
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: Tizgor

- Laid on:Nov 29, 2009
- Hatched on:Dec 03, 2009
- Grew up on:Dec 06, 2009
- Overall views: 5,654
- Unique views: 1,331
- Clicks:18
Dark green dragons, once they mature, appear to become an entirely different species. However, this isn’t true. Rather, they burrow underground and get nutrients from their vines. These vines are sometimes referred to as Dragon Grass. These dragons are very violent, and will use their vines to capture, kill, and eat anything that moves, as well as nearby plants. Luckily, their range is limited and they cannot use magic. Dark green dragons tend to be easy to spot since they usually kill all plants around them and thus are usually surrounded by a large clearing.
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
As per the tradition of alt vines, Tizgor named himself as he saw fit. The vine thought that the name 'Tizgor' was perfect. It was manly, it was strong, it reeked of brutish behavior and the wilderness, it was everything he wasn't. For as long as he could remember, Tizgor was cast out games and gangs because he was, put quite simply, a wuss. As a child he would get beaten up and picked on because of his prissy and overly feminine ways. It didn't help that his vines were a different color than everyone else's. Tizgor tried more than once to dye them, but it never worked. As Tizgor grew up, people began grumbling behind his back about him and his strange ways and how it was just not natural, but Tizgor couldn't being himself to be angry at them. Nowadays Tizgor sits docilely in the middle of a large field, smelling the flowers and ignoring the rowdy youngsters that try to rile him up.
