Orotchy

It winds through the deepest night and the oldest ruins in great slow coils, its multiple shadowy lengths moving with an eerie half-independence, and it commands a real and dreadful power drawn, so the lore insists, from the age and terror of the stories it embodies. It feeds on fear on a grand scale, and where an Otogy needed a told tale, an Orotchy makes its own, manifesting suddenly out of the dark to become the very legend that will feed it for years to come. It haunts a single ancient site for generations, and the oldest shrines of Pawbury each keep their bound and coiling Orotchy, a living, drifting piece of the region's long memory of dread.