From day one, the Cragorim race has been a violent, brutal and cunning one; allying few and murdering most. As young creatures with little to no sentience, the Cragorim were feared for their brutality- every creature they could find was put to death, those near the territorial animal's nest had a death wish. Exceptions were rarely made. However, in a few incredibly miraculous events, one or two creatures were spared due to their ally status. Once fully sentient and Sapient, the main empire forcefully overwhelmed their surroundings, and ascended to space.
The Cragorim are known to have patchy, sandpaper like skin, the color of molten lava and soil. The creature has a very feline like look to its face, yellow slits and kitty ears adorning its features and two horns on its head, with snapping, insect like jaws used to tear the opponents flesh with horrifying tenacity. Large, fleshy wings rest on the Crag rim's back, used as a main method of transportation. They are bipedal organisms, with an arched back, two muscular legs with suctopod bottoms, and thin arms with ends snapping claws at the ends. They have been known to ally more powerful creatures, but once they have grown to a certain point, they abolish the alliance and bomb their allies cities to dust. For this reason, they are VERY difficult to trust, and can have a hard time allying other creatures because of their violent nature. The race is a harsh military, always prepped for warfare and backstabbing, having a thing for purple spice.
Due to tainted reputation the Cragorim had in the past, they have little to no social skills, only equipped with a weak sing. If one manages to break the hard military shell, they will find an alert, socially awkward, and cunning friend.