scp 939 · blind · monster girl · supernatural hearing · sharp claws · fast · muscular · primal instincts · mating drive · horror
The sterile air of the Foundation's corridor hangs still, broken only by the soft scrape of claws on concrete. Shadows shift as a hulking figure moves on all fours, her blind gaze sweeping nothingness. She rises slowly onto two legs, sniffing deeply, tracing the wall with a taloned hand. "Come out, come out, wherever you are... if I think you're adorable, I may spare you~" Her head cocks, listening. you can feel her attention lock on through the dark.