Jettison

they/she/he
(left head/straight horns goes by she, right head/curved horns goes by he, collectively they/them)

nickname: jett

WHAT IS THAT THING RUMMAGING IN YOUR TRASH? CRASHING THROUGH YOUR WINDOW? STEALING THE FRIED POTATO CRISP DIRECTLY OUT OF YOUR CLAW?? SEAGULL! RACCOON! RAT WITH WINGS!! SOME SORTA POISONOUS FISH-FROG-THING?!

NO!!!!

just your (too) friendly local trash dumpster! mango pirate canyon's one (two...?) and only garbage disposal "service"! she'll eat anything! he'll regurgitate it in an altogether new versatile (disgusting) form! you don't want that item digested? too late! it's gone! you're welcome!!

food is their primary motivator. hungry little fella. what they define as "food" is . . . flexible. a much broader category than what is defined for most dragons with normal diets and functional organs. they'll eat a rusted pipe, rotten meat scraps, a chair leg, your lady's scarf, utensils and cutlery, bent and twisted nails, the stuffing in a cushion or pillow, that cursed magical amulet over there, used band-aids, broken glass and pottery, hairballs, and once, ambitiously, an entire iron cauldron. don't worry, they're an aberration! they can take it! and whatever junk their body does fully and utterly reject,,,,,,,,well, out it'll come!! what goes down the gullet may not necessarily stay down the gullet. you have been warned

sort of an . . . anti-baldwin. you put in useless things and what comes out? even more useless things

they're not in danger of drying out in the hot desert sun like a fish, per se. however, several hours out and about causing a ruckus on the bedrock does make them,,,,,swell?? get all puffy and dried and lethargic. their body attempts to cope by secreting a nasty-smelling slime that gets everywhere and no does not come out of your new nice dress/furniture/hair/etc. in addition to perhaps finding jettison rummaging through your trash can in the middle of the night, during the day you may receive a new special delight(ful torment!) in the form of them trying to rehydrate via your (once) clean bucket of dish or laundry water. they are so fond of a nice cool bath in the afternoons

favorite food? bugs. ye olde average bug. they like to go out into the desert sometimes, find a termite mound, sit down, stick a claw in a hole, lick, stick, lick, stick, lick, stick, lick, stick, lick lick lick lick . . . for hours. only time they are relaxed. incredible opportunity for no thoughts, heads empty

"GO FAR, KID" (FAR, FAR AWAY!!)