Draunara manifests as a medium humanoid with a disturbingly human-like appearance that teeters on the edge of uncanny. Her alabaster skin seems flawless from a distance, but up close it undulates with faint, shifting patterns—symbols of wild, chaotic magic. These patterns occasionally spark with multicolored light, creating an ever-shifting cascade of hues across her body. Her hair is impossibly long, flowing like a dark waterfall, but it doesn’t behave naturally—each strand moves of its own volition, coiling and writhing like a nest of serpents. Her eyes burn like twin stars caught between creation and destruction, their colors shifting between iridescent gold and a deep, void-like black. Her garments are a patchwork of living shadows and fey threads, shifting between elegant gowns and jagged, thorn-like armor. Her hands, delicate yet menacing, taper into claw-like nails that gleam as though wet with ichor. Around her neck, a jagged amulet carved from black crystal pulses faintly, radiating malice and chaos. Her presence alone distorts the air around her, creating a surreal aura where the natural laws of reality falter—objects warp, colors bleed into one another, and faint whispers drift from nowhere. Draunara appears human, but every aspect of her is subtly wrong, embodying the fractured, chaotic essence of the Feywild.