Category:Prydaen

Prydaen society is described in their own words as being "Wheel-Shaped", with the clan's leader as the hub and its members the wheel's spokes. Unlike the pack-loving Rakash, typical Prydaen are never happier than when they're alone. However, as their social structure was shattered along with their ancestral homes in the West by the undead legions of Lyras, refugees and their children in the Dragon's Realms are not "typical Prydaen."

Their unsuppressable self-confidence and self-reliance can make them insufferable to other races -- not that the Prydaen give a flip, mind you. Because of their "do what you will" nature, however, Prydaen have very little discipline and are easily distracted by their latest obsession or whim. Because they very rarely ever listen to the opinions of others, they often make poor decisions and are prone to reacting rather than responding. While solitary, they do not lack charm and grace -- though the Prydaen are ever mindful that they are supremely gorgeous, they don't need to flaunt what they know they've got. If others aren't aware of it -- well, that's their loss.

With a yawn, the figure stretches and rolls its head fluidly to the left to regard you. It purrs out, "Prydaen am I, the proudest and most graceful of all. Unwavering and fearless, I fight for what is mine...which is, of course, everything. My reflexes are by far the best of all the races, and I am certainly the most beautiful. Not brutishly strong, but then, what's strength if you can't hit anything? Magic is within my grasp, though I excel at the fighting arts. I hunt and stalk in the darkness, my footfalls soft and sure. When alone, I am the happiest."

The Prydaen is about the same height as a Human with short, smooth fur covering its body that you at first mistake for skin. Bright, inquisitive slitted eyes peer out at you, and the Prydaen's pointed and tufted ears are always twitching, as is its long tail. The glint of claws draws your eyes to its hands, but not for long. Raising your head to meet the Prydaen's gaze, you find it hard to hold, and eventually look away, the Prydaen's fixed smile silently laughing at you.