Slumber

A figure shrouded in obscurity, Slumber is known only by the name given to him by travelers who claim to have glimpsed his drifting silhouette. His true name remains unknown, and so does his age — some records argue he predates the earliest tribes, others claim he appeared only recently, as if awakened from a long, ancient rest.

Slumber’s coat is a deep, muted onyx that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it, broken only by faint star-dusted markings that shimmer when he moves. Straight, soft tufts of fur drift from the underside of his tail like lingering wisps of smoke. His ears, once long, are said to have been severely damaged in his youth and later cropped to prevent further harm — though the event itself is shrouded in conflicting stories. His eyes were described as a heavy, exhausted magenta, carrying an ancient weariness rather than the sharpness of youth.

Little is known about his homeland. Some speculate he originated from forgotten caverns beneath the wastelands, others insist he descended from a roaming tribe that vanished long before modern record-keeping. Attempts to track his history end abruptly; scouts sent to investigate regions linked to him often reported strange exhaustion, shared nightmares, and in some cases, failed to return. Documentation on his family, lineage, or potential descendants remains nonexistent.

He was said to be quiet, impossibly patient, yet capable of surprising intensity when provoked — a cor driven by instinctual judgment, his sense of morality carved not from culture but from something older, more innate. The few who interacted with him described him as distant, solemn, and utterly unwavering once he chose a path.

No writings or carvings made by Slumber have ever been recovered.

A statue of him rests near Slirie, anchored to a drifting, low-floating island that locals refer to simply as Slumber’s Rest. Whether he chose its placement or someone honored him there is unknown — much like everything else about him.