Beehemoth (Anthohemoth)

Description
The Beehemoth, scientific name Anthohemoth, is a massive creature vaguely resembling a bee, the greatest difference being the presence of massive legs tipped with claws, along with the absence of a stinger and wings. The Beehemoth, despite being descended from dragons, does not have the ability to fly. How the evolution took place is still unknown. The Beehemoth has a fuzzy yellow body and black stripes along it, as well as a main of thick brown fur. The antenna on its head help it to sense vibrations near it, as while it has great eyesight, it cannot hear. It's most interesting feature, however, is it's thick tail, ending in a structure resembling a beehive. It is unknown if the hive contains physical bees, but it would be pretty difficult for any insect to live inside the hive, as it has a tendency to use it like a flail to incapacitate those who would threaten it.

Backstory
Once said to be apart of the royal cavalry of an almost extinct race, great protectors, and formidable foes when left in the wrong hands. They were creatures whom, all be it wild, had a natural drive that made them more dangerous than most others that fair similar in size to it. The drive to protect its hive, stronger than any self preservation or sense of hunger. If the cause it is assigned to seems lost, it will cease attempting to help it, instead opting to defend as many living souls as possible. The story of Queen Penelope is a tragic one. During a war amongst her kingdom she decided she would not stay inside the safety of her castle, instead riding her Beehemoth, Pollen, into battle. But her Beehemoth, in the midst of battle, sensed that the majority of her people were inside the castle walls and abandoned Penelope, attempting to save the rest of the nation. She become another death, another body on the ground. With the war being won, but their last true heir being dead even after victory the people were lost. The symbiotic relationship between beefolk and their ancestral protectors fell apart. And banished were the Beehemoths in mass, fleeing to far away corners of the known world, and encasing themselves in a thick, protective honey hoping to one day emerge again. But without them, the people were powerless. Weak, without guidance. Lost without hope. From a vast thriving empire to being hunted to near extinction, the land of the beefolk fell empty, devoid of any life. Centuries later, though, there would be a new beginning. A heavily guarded egg, hiding deep within the recesses of the strongest beefolk fortress, would begin a new era for the long gone race.