[ Her neck is thick enough that her arms can't completely wrap around, though she may be able to dig her fingers into the scales. nychta leans back slightly, seemingly out of bafflement, but only rumbles a growl that reverberates through her body.

the blood that flows from her neck-- only slightly, her skin is thick-- is the same as the liquid that seeps from her: oily, unpleasant on the tongue. A harsh chemical tang that isn't apparently through scent.

But maybe, just maybe, it helps. ]