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: Morganidet Mystal HoneyDance

  • Laid on:Feb 25, 2011
  • Hatched on:Feb 28, 2011
  • Grew up on:Mar 03, 2011
  • Overall views: 4,466
  • Unique views: 1,295
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Pink Dragons are primarily herbivores and only eat meat during the mating season, when mates will exchange kills. When it is not breeding season, pink dragons spend most of their time incubating eggs and caring for their clan’s young. Due to their feminine color, it was traditionally thought that pink dragons were a strictly female breed, but this is not true.

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

Morganidet Mystal HoneyDance (Clan Mystal) became the 122nd member of the clan cave, born of a wide and varied line of pinkish hued dragons. Even as a hatchling, he shared his father's weakness and love for honey, some believe, the golden nectar of the gods, and more than once had to be rescued by his mother from swarms of angry bees. Sadly, one such occasion left him worse for wear as he naively dipped his entire face into their fuming horde, receiving hundreds of painful stings to his eyes, ears and nose. Although the combined magics of the clan are great, no amount of healing touch could wipe away all the damage, and so, he carries a reminder of his innocent folly with him to this very day. As he retreated from their attack; bounding, jumping, scraping them away, one stinger pierced too deep, and alas, no longer can he smell the sweet scents of life or love. He learned the lessons well, for now as his father fends them off, he simply remains afar, dancing with the honey bees.