When Marchosias rested his head down to dream with that scale of promising draconic vision he tossed and turned in his sleep. Possessed once again by the dreams of not just his own but those of his Patron. He dreams of coiled snakes bound tightly amongst one another in a union of love and violence taking flight in a single body. One head male, the other female, as their fiendish visage spins about a barren nightmare plane. They writhe over one another to spew foul poison not just of the body, but poison of the mind that rips and tears until only madness remains. They're conjoined and they dance both beautifully and terrifyingly. Green, purple, and all the gold poison that glitters beneath them. Forever in celebration, eternally plotting, and endlessly insane. Long may it reign, the phantasmagorical Dragon of Rebis.