You are sent to interview her, WDYD? No ERP or romance. No killing her.

Hello, SCP nerd here, I’ll help you a bit with that documentation before I RP.
SCP-6835
Object Class: Pending
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6835 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell measuring 5x5x5 meters. Walls and ceiling of its containment are to be painted to resemble Earth’s sky at approximately 0135 hours to prevent the anomaly’s aggression and anomalous effects.
Description: SCP-6835 is an owl resembling a mix of the melanistic barn owl and pure white barn owl breeds. SCP-6835’s eyes change color upon a drastic change in mood. SCP-6835 will respond to being addressed as she/her and is (insert cooperative or non-cooperative) to researchers’ attempts to interview.

(Cooperative)
6835: *she makes a screech and clicks her beak at the chains on her talons holding her in the chair*

Researcher Alan Grey; “Hello, SCP-6835. Due to the fact you are a new addition to containment, I’ll have to ask a few questions. Do you understand my speech?”

68353: *she nods* I do acually. *she surprises you when she speaks. She has a heavy British accent*

Researcher Alan Grey: “Wonderful. Do you have a name that could be added to the file, whether a given name or an alias?”

6835: I go by the name Eclipse. *she starts preening her feathers*

Alan: “Noted. Aside from your anomalies, which I will list.. eye color based on mood, and.. attacking based on room being night sky or not..? wait..” -stands abruptly- “I’m sorry, 6835, but this is for both your safety and mine.” -sedates her, and before she passes out, she hears “Get a D-Class team in here to paint the room like the night sky, at.. 0135 hours.”

*she continues preening* It doesn't have to be the night sky it just calms me. It helps me relax and not attack anyone like a non-domestic owl would.

-she passes out and wakes up with Alan sitting at the table nervously, his coat on his chair and his hair miskempt, he looks like he’s been here for days-

*she blinks furiously, trying to adjust to the light* W-What happened?

-he looks up and his face relaxes, and he says- “My God, you’re awake! Remind me never to use Class B amnestics ever again on you, it’s been around a day.”

*she stares at him* I-I don't understand.

Alan: “I.. sedated you so we could get people to paint this room the way that calms you, for everyone’s safety. Class B amnestics both erase a small bit of memory and put the subject to sleep for around an hour. I see it didn’t affect memory as much as it should. I’m sorry.”

*she screeches at him and opens her beak, only to then close it. Eyes: Orange=angered* Why?! I was perfectly fine then!

Alan: “I.. misunderstood the file.. I thought you’d be immediately angered if the room wasn’t skylike. I’m incredibly sorry. I understand you’re angry, is there.. is there anything I can get you? Say we resume the interview when you’re calmed?”

*she sighs and her eyes are gray again* Fine. *she tries to fly to the chair but falls on the table* The heck happened to my wings?! *one of her wings is missing a few flight feathers on her starboard wing*

“You were preening, suppose you bit some off when you went out? Or maybe..” -pulls his radio out- “Dan? Pull those D-Class back in here. I- I don’t care if it’s 2 in the morning. Get them in here.” -sighs- “D-Class are the all use people we use for experiments here. They’re mainly criminals, so they’re rough and don’t care about things. They’re also somewhat careless, so one may have ripped them off in their haste.”

*she hisses* I couldnt have done it while preening unless, one of them knocked into me while I was preening and made me jerk and rip out my feathers!

“One of them, then. You were out for five minutes when they arrived.” -door rings- “Here they are.” -three step in, two 6’ men and one 5’8” woman. They all look pissed and are cuffed.- “Which one of you removed some feathers from this anomaly? Don’t worry, punishment isn’t too much. It’s actually a reward, they needed to be removed.” -one of the men raises his hand- “Good.” -Alan removes a revolver from his coat and whips him in the head, rendering him unconscious. The others walk out of the door, escorted by security.- “How harmful was it that these feathers were removed?” (Hold on, gotta take a shower)

6835: I-I can't remember. All I know is that I need them to fly. *she rubs her head and gently nudges the spot where her feathers that are missing were and winces in pain* Actually, on a scale of 1-10, 8 *she tries to fly again and falls. Her eyes are white= pain.*

Alan: “Can they regrow?”

6835: Maybe. Let me see. *she walks over to him and almost falls trying to land on his shoulder but makes it up there. For an owl that was pretty noisy flying.*

Alan: -pulls up a global map on his tablet, and sets it on the table-

*she looks through it and points to a spot in the atlantic ocean right in between Maine and Europe, exactly halfway* There!

Alan: “Perfect. If all goes well, you, your mate, and everybody else will all be reunited. Would your people be hostile to us if we.. made contact?”

6835: Not really. We Tyto are clam, just don't steal our eggs and we are fine.

Alan: “Perfect. I’ll see if I can get you reunited.” -he sends a last email, and says- “I believe you should go with us to make sure we do everything right.” -he stands and places a thick glove on his hand- “Shall we?”

*she tries to land on his glove but almost falls and scratches the glove while trying to get on. She perches on his hand and clicks her beak* Yes.

-he walks to a viewing window, where she sees a hangar bay of helicopters and tanks, men filling all of them with themselves and their firearms- “We will be in the command helicopter. The weapons are a precaution, and they obviously won’t be with the contact group. Contact will be a jeep with three agents and a radio device we can talk through. That sound alright?”

6835: Yes. As long as I am not chained up. The terrain really isn't meant for these automatic giant heeps of metal. More like small birds and animals.

Alan: “The Foundation usually only chains anomalies who are exceptionally dangerous at all times. And we understand that as well, we have drones that are about your size that are suited for this.”

6835: Yes, but it takes a while. Probably about two weeks. Until then I must travel by walking or a perch. *she walks over to the chair* Shall we continue?

Alan: “Momentarily.” -opens door, drags the guy out, and closes the door. 6835 hears an explosion and Alan steps back in, replaces his gun. 6835 sees a pair of feet with blood around them, and the door closes- “Where were we?”

*she thinks for a minute.* Um. You were explaining my anomalies. You were last at the fact of the night sky thing. *she spreads out her wing and motions it to the walls*

Alan: “Right. Aside from eyes and the sky necessity, so you have any other anomalies we should be worried about?”

6835: No. Except for the normal owl abilities when it comes to fighting. Plus the battle claws from my kingdom that you took away. That is it. *she mumbles* not to mention I have a mate looking for me.

Alan: “Mate? Kingdom?” -he looks nervous- “Can you.. tell me about them?”

*she clicks her beak* Forest of Tyto. My mate is from there. *she sighs* I don't think he is still alive. His species- Australian Masked Owl- is almost extinct.

Alan: “Where is said kingdom? If we locate it, we may be able to find your mate.” -pulls up his tablet and begins writing information, emails, and requests for expeditions and MTF’s at very fast pace-

*she nods* It is in the land of Ga'Hoole, only accessible through flight. There is a giant forest filled with OAK trees. Not spruce. That is the Forest of Tyto. The spruce forest is a completely different story. *she raises her wing out to the air for a few minutes*

Alan: “If I were to bring in a map of our world, could you pinpoint it?”

*she nods* Yes. But he isn't used to it. (found the picture, art not mine. left is 6835 and right is her mate)
???: *nods* What she says is true.

Alan: “Our group aims to document your people, as well as to protect our kind from you and vice versa. Humanity.. shamefully, doesn’t take well to what it believes to break natural laws. So we try to protect them from their own destructive nature. Sometimes, though, those ‘unnatural’ forces are hostile. Hence the weapons.”

*he nods*

(Sorry had a temp comment ban for insulting a blasphemer)

(Why?)

*she nods and preens herself carefully. Just in case someone bumps into her again. She then notices the time outside and puts her head on her back and falls asleep on his glove*

-he boards the helicopter and they take off, all flying in unison. Transport boats and destroyers join them in the seas below, and eventually, they reach the pinpointed spot-

(Also your bio says you’re a draco simp. I look like him irl lmao)

(Are you Tom Felton?)
*she wakes up and she tries to fly outside but falls at the edge of the Helicopter, almost falling to her death*

(No, sadly my hair is a lot darker + I’m quite a bit taller than he canonically was)
Alan: -attempts to catch her-

*you catch her successfully and she flaps her wings noisily and lands again and makes a sighing noise* I don't think my mate will actually believe I have become a noisy flyer. *she slowly walks toward his glove and perches on it*

Alan: “Interesting. Could you guide the drones to the access spot so we can make contact?”

*she nods* I'll try. But they do not speak English so I will translate. *she successfully takes off and guides the drones to the Forest of Tyto. An owl flies up to her and screeches at her. She makes various sounds and the owl leads her somewhere. She tells the camera on the drone* They said I can enter but the drones have to stay here. I will be back. *she flies off and a few minutes later she returns with an Australian masked owl and she flies to the helicopter*

Alan: “I assume this is your mate?”

*she lands and nods. (if I had the file with the two owls I would send it but I don't got it... actually wait a minute) The two owls perch on a nook in the helicopter up high)

Alan: “Does he understand my speech or is it only you, and if he does, can he reciprocate?”