A creature of the Dark One, made originally by twisting human stock. A Draghkar appears to be a large man with bat-like wings, whose skin is too pale and whose eyes are too large. The Draghkar's song can draw its prey to it, suppressing the victim's will. There is a saying: "The kiss of the Draghkar is death." It does not bite, but its kiss will consume first the soul of its victim, and then its life.
[TGH: 22, Watchers, 278]
She felt only a vague sadness as she stepped toward the creature; the deep crooning that drew her closer suppressed feeling. White, white hands-like a man's hands, but tipped with claws--reached for her, and lips the color of blood curved in a travesty of a smile, baring sharp teeth, but dimly, so dimly, she knew it would not bite or tear. Fear the Draghkar's kiss. Once those ips touched her, she would be as good as dead, to be drained of soul, then of life. Whoever found her, even in they came as the Draghkar let her fall, would find a corpse without a mark and cold as if dead two days. And if they came before she was dead, what they found would be worse, and not really her at all any longer.--Moiraine Damodred Sedai
[TEotW: 12, Across the Taren, 138]
"Draghkar are not very smart... Fearsome and deadly dangerous, and with sharp eyes, but little intelligence."
--Moiraine Damodred Sedai