At rest, the Draghkar is usually taken for and overly tall, pale skinned man wrapped in a large black cloak. Dark shoulder length hair that is often pulled back in an elogant queue adds to this illusion. In actuality, the cloak is a pair of large, batlike wings, capable of supporting the creatures weight in flight. The slender body beneath the wings appears human, except for the too pale, almost white skin and the sharp talons that tip the human-looking hands. The face, however, has little humanity in it. Guant cheeks emphasize large eyes-much too large for any born man-and a wound of a mouth with brilliant blood-red puckeres lips that cover sharp pointed teeth.
Despite the sharp teeth, it is not the Draghkar's bite that is so dangerous, but it's kiss. Once it has drawn the intended prey into it's embrace, the Draghdar fastens it's misshappen lips to its victim in a *kiss* that slowly drains away the soul. Only when the soul and personality are completly gone does the creature devour life as well. Those that the Draghkat kills have no marks upon their bodies, yet are as cold the moment they fall as if they have been several days dead. Victims unlucky enough to be kissed, but saved before the moment of death, are left as empty, soulless shells-mere parodies of life. Many consider it better to not be rescued at all from the Draghkar, then to be rescued to late. Even those who have suffered only a momentary brush of those lips are forever changed, part of their soul drained away.
During the War of the Shadow, as today, Draghkar were uses primarily as outdoor assasins, often in conjunction with a distracting raid by Myrddraal and Trollocs. The use their wings to come upon their prey unseen, preferably at night, and when the target is isolated, then drop to the ground and use their song to summon the victim to his of her death. They are less ifectiveas indoor of daylight assasins, as they have diggiculty gaining access to sealed areas or dealing with groups of people or sunlight.
