Haunaele

It/its pronouns!

An enchanted pastel abomination made out of recycled cloth and god-knows-what-else, just vibing and chilling in the hot city streets, eerily floating in alleyways and giving anyone who wanders too close a heart attack.
Popular with the street cats.
Smells oddly like cotton candy and the beach.
Literally eats trash - only quality trash, though.
Likes hanging out at the back of the Inn, where it rummages through the garbage trying to find shiny bits and pieces of junk, and if it's lucky, old apparel.
Has a hoarding problem, has an underground hoard with its collected tidbits..
Loves fashion, is very creative when it comes to making outfits - out of discarded clothes, naturally.
The City guard has tried to get rid of it, but somehow it manages to escape any prison or garbage bin and always finds its way back to the City.