Yrauhl is not in his right mind. Early in his life an outside force corrupted him, breaking his mind and twisting his senses. He killed his own father shortly after the corruption had taken hold, it lending him an otherworldly strength even an adult dragon could not compete with. He has since lost his ability to speak, the taint reducing his mind to nothing more than a truly feral, savage husk of a dragon that behaves with little more sense than a rabid cat. When he is seen now, his once luxuriously soft fur is commonly in a matted, tangled, mangy mess. His left horn cracked and broken at the halfway point. A single spark of his old personality remains in his mind, the single reason he did not kill his mother Dhrauhna along with his father, instead fleeing from her. He now wanders the world in the decades since, the madness in his mind gripping him tighter than ever.

His needs are amplified, his wants twisted. He has devoured dragons of nigh on all ages that found themselves caught in his path when he has had so much as a single pang of hunger. Only bones oft remain. For this he is feared, his otherworldly strength hiding underneath an unassuming guise of a maddened furred dragon. Even those beyond his strength have fallen victim to him, for underestimating him is a fatal mistake they can never make again.