Le lion a été repris à l'agressivité soudaine du renard avant lui, à ce moment-là c'était comme s'il n'était pas la même personne qu'il connaissait plus tôt. Les paroles qui sortaient de sa bouche étaient vitrioles, mais en même temps étaient teintées de chagrin et de tristesse. Certes, la vulpine avait traversé beaucoup de choses jusqu'à maintenant, quelque chose que le lion était témoin de première main, vérité être dit qu'il se sentait un peu mal à l'aise et légèrement coupable. À l'écoute d'Erion ramble sur son passé, l'homme léonin a été rappelé du sien. Il évita le regard du jeune homme, cherchant imprudemment à terre alors que le renard parlait encore, c'était presque comme s'il avait été grondé pour quelque chose qu'il n'aurait pas dû faire. Quand il s'agissait de se méfier, il n'était pas étranger, en fait beaucoup de gens seraient avec la façon dont le monde est en ce moment.
Les paroles du renard finirent par culminer en parlant de sa famille et de la façon dont ils tuèrent son meilleur ami, un sujet très sensible qu'il semblerait, et un pour beaucoup. Le lion n'était pas une exception à cela et les pensées de sa propre famille reviennent à lui et il soupire, ils lui manquent beaucoup, mais revenir maintenant ne ferait que... Il secoua la tête, essayant d'abandonner les pensées et de les jeter. La conversation s'est terminée avec le renard avec des larmes dans les yeux. Les crapules de culpabilité s'emparaient du lion, la seule chose dont il n'avait pas besoin à l'heure actuelle, c'était de s'occuper d'un renard qui pleurait, il n'était pas destiné à ce genre de choses!
"Mes... excuses."
Le lion lui griffait les dents et essayait d'éviter le contact visuel avec le renard, tout en sauvant la fierté qu'il venait de perdre. Puis encore une fois, c'est par sa propre sottise qu'il était dans la situation difficile en premier lieu, donc c'était vraiment sa faute. En ce moment, il n'avait pas grand-chose à faire pour réconforter le jeune homme lacrymogène, il pourrait peut-être l'aggraver. Décider de le risquer, le lion était sur le point de dire quelque chose pour apaiser la douleur du renard mais... quelque chose a interrompu leur petite conversation.
Erion l'a qualifié d'esprit, mais d'après l'apparence de celui-ci, "pest" ou "annoyance" aurait pu faire de meilleurs noms. Au moins, la tension s'était dissipée, et le renard avait l'air mieux qu'avant. Le lion ferma les yeux pendant un moment et prit une profonde respiration, essayant de décider s'il devait être celui qui parlait cette fois-ci ou rester silencieux, de peur qu'il ne cause encore plus d'ennuis.
"Il a l'air de t'aimer au moins."
"I seek strength to protect, not to kill."
Basics
Name: 
Ymahr Shir.
Race:
Lah'na, a Lion specifically.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
33.
Additional Info
Personality:
At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on.
The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such.
Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often.
He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall.
Appearance:
Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings.
His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic.
Height:
6'2".
Weight:
190 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery.
Class:
Vagabond.
Weapons/Items:
A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor".
Strengths:
Brute Strength
- Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes.
Agile
- Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies.
Instinct
- He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety.
Weaknesses: 
Solace in Solitude
- Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death.
Lion's Pride
- In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is.
Sticks and Stones
- Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries.
Expose'
- Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead.
Techniques:
Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation.
When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however.