
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: Sprickle
- Laid on:May 12, 2016
- Hatched on:May 16, 2016
- Grew up on:May 19, 2016
- Overall views: 3,915
- Unique views: 628
- Clicks:6
- Gender:Female
- Father: Deceased
- Mother: Deceased
- View Lineage
Magelight Pygmy Wyverns make their homes deep under the earth, and produce a flammable, oily secretion from the tips of their tails to make light. The substance is long-burning, and brooding mothers douse their eggs in the oil while they incubate. Hatchlings’ tails subsequently catch fire at birth after coming into contact with their burning shells. Magelights are useful to human miners, as they are docile and easily trained to alert to the presence of methane damps, caved sections of tunnel, and proximity of nearby dragons to ensure the safety of crews.
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.
User Description
Though she prefers to spend her time in places that approach the near-pitch blackness of her species' typical underground home, it's easy to tell where this dragon is at all times, mostly due to the brilliant flame on the end of her tail that shimmers the distinctive purplish-green of magelight. The skittering of her wing-claws as she spirals exuberantly from place to place is also a good indicator of her presence on those rare occasions when her fire is out of sight. On occasion, she's accompanied on her romps by a small, ever-replenishing horde of tiny hatchlings; new arrivals to the sanctuary that she long ago placed herself in charge of.
