In Shar's domain of night I rest,
So dreams may show me how I'm bless'd.
If screams of terror break my sleep,
Then Dendar's sunk her fangs too deep.
”
— Gwydion recalls a childish rhyme about the Night Serpent.
Dendar the Night Serpent came into existence shortly after the first being slept and had a nightmare. She has an uncountable horde of horrible dreams and foul visions in her gullet that she has been devouring since the dawn of time. She relishes the taste of particularly choice nightmares and savors the dreams of kings and deities alike. More horrifying, if she did not feed her insatiable appetite, every being, mortal or deity, would remember every nightmare he or she has ever dreamed in excruciating detail. Supposedly, she will be the harbinger of the end of the world and even the gods themselves.
The Night Serpent’s slit-pupiled eyes are the sickly yellow-black of rotten eggs. Her forked tongue flickers incessantly over her smooth lips. Her monstrous fangs are always coated with the viscous essence of lost dreams. She speaks with a sibilant, malignant voice that drips with ancient horrors. Midnight-black scales over her colossal hide and serve as the physical embodiment of the most terrifying nightmares she has swallowed.