Amber

A being of old, the Amber-bound beast carries with her a sense of belonging, of familiarity with the caves and power behind her strides. Roughly taller than a draft horse, she's taller than many other common beings running amok, and her unnatural orange coloring only emphasizes the fact that she isn't one of the beings born of the current age.

Her structure follows one built for strength and use of labor. Hard, keratin adjacent structures of scales sprout in threes on the fronts of her limbs and the bridge of her nose, blending into a mane of cream colored fur matching the short tail at her hind end. Beneath a short-haired coat lays calloused sinews of overworked muscles.

Blood flowing through her veins is at a high temperature with a stark, lava tinted orange. Ribs in pairs appear encasing a soft, warm orange belly on her neck and sides. The belly is soft skin and vulnerable, radiating most of her extra heat away from her body instead of her sweating. Also barren from fur, although more leathery, is the brown on bottom of her front paws and her footless hind legs. Most of the leather is cracked with overheated callouses from digging with large, spade-like claws on her thick hands.

Her guts are hardy, capable of ingesting almost anything organic along with consuming rock to help grind up materials within her system. Calcium is directed straight to her ever growing teeth, dull from gnawing and pulling and capable of shearing stubborn roots from their homes.

Her face is adorned with ears that swoop back, tipped with the same brown leather as her eyebrows and paws. Two orange slit-pupilled eyes lie before crooked horns that give her a sharp silhouette. The color of them is shared with her scales, claws, and gem, the latter situated just above her shoulder-blades as a circular chunk of amber.

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Despite her size, the Amber is as meek as she can be, acting as though she's unaware of her own strength. Although- she definitely is aware, and is rather casual about it to boot. Need something done? She'd try to do it to the best of her ability. Y'know, as long as it involves anything physical.

Not to call her unintelligent- she is smart, but despite her years she's rather naive. Rather morally questionable activities are easily overlooked by her. If she's found trust in someone (which isn't rare for authoritative figures) she'd likely go along with any plan they make, even if it puts her in danger. Surely anyone in charge can't be wrong?

Her skewed vision of the world isn't immediately evident in conversation. Working until you're bleeding seems to be perfectly fine by her, sacrificing yourself to the betterment of your leaders is a given, and she'd find it uncouth not to drop everything when someone of a higher station asks for something. Even if the last thing on that docket's driven her into the subservient mindset she has today, she's still a jovial about it as she can be.

Pride does not drive her with her creations. While she enjoys them, yes, she's humble about them, always saying she or anybody else could have done better. Seeing what she's done have an impact does bring her joy however- to know she's done good gives a smile to her face.

Above all else, she's a simple being, and that's all she strives to be.