Shaleock stands with the permanence of a cliffside. Their skin is the color of cooling volcanic ash, textured like fine-grain sandstone. Spikes of charcoal grey hair rise from their scalp like obsidian shards, catching the light with a dull, glass-like sheen. Most striking are their eyes: piercing turquoise orbs that seem to glow with an inner luminescence against their matte complexion. They move with a deceptive, heavy grace, like a slow-moving landslide that possesses terrifying momentum once it begins. Paradoxically, despite their dry and dusty exterior, they carry the sharp, refreshing scent of rain hitting parched soil.