[The trash is pretty good. The dog stares at Dipper, glaring and trying to decide if that's some kind of trick so he can steal its dinner for real. But slowly, it sticks its nose back into the trash barrel and pulls out a crunchy snack - a leftover chicken, bones and all. Just hanging in the dog's mouth is enough to make it catch on fire, burning a bright electric blue and charring even more as the dog gnaws on it.
It's definitely acting more like a creature than the others in town - more of a monster than a person turned animal. But that doesn't mean there aren't familiar things. Under the smoke is the scent of tobacco, burnt sugar, and blood. Beneath the smells are the feelings - desperation, fear, and anxiety.
Chewing on the chicken is hard while standing up and aggressively guarding its meal, so it eventually lowers itself to the ground so it can really dig the meat off of those bones. And when it does, Dipper will be a better angle to see a familiar brand on its back, blue flames flickering up and out of the old wound.
Now and then it still remembers to look up at Dipper, just in case he's gotten any closer.]
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It's definitely acting more like a creature than the others in town - more of a monster than a person turned animal. But that doesn't mean there aren't familiar things. Under the smoke is the scent of tobacco, burnt sugar, and blood. Beneath the smells are the feelings - desperation, fear, and anxiety.
Chewing on the chicken is hard while standing up and aggressively guarding its meal, so it eventually lowers itself to the ground so it can really dig the meat off of those bones. And when it does, Dipper will be a better angle to see a familiar brand on its back, blue flames flickering up and out of the old wound.
Now and then it still remembers to look up at Dipper, just in case he's gotten any closer.]