Razorback Ridge SCP-087

Well you're just the most homely thing I've ever seen, the cryptid smiled openly. There was something he rather enjoyed about the quick use of the word 'sir' as though he would spring to life and berate her for her impolite behavior. His first instinct was to assume that the girl was slow. She seemed to have that look about her. Gittarackur loved that look in girls; he knew they would rarely put up a fight when he tried to wrap his arms around their hips and pull them into him. 

Aw darling, there's no need for all that nonsense, the stormcloud purred to her, a lilt of laughter hinged on the ends of each word. He searched what he could see of her figure for any signs of weaknesses, but she seemed relatively good health. Absentmindedly, Gittarackur drew his tongue across his lips and drew closer to the stranger who claimed to just be passing through.