Some more half awake ideas popped into my head. This one just made it to paper. Sorry about the 'sad' themes but I should have some light hearted ones coming some point soon when ideas actually come up. Hope you enjoy.
Restless
Incomplete indiscernible thoughts plagued a familiar brute for as long as his insomnia would refuse to depart. Irises coated in cold blue rings frostbit the dimly moonlit valley below with their unwavering stupor. Steady inhalations of the returning summer air fulfilled the lack of its fresher counterpart being closed in for the previous hours. Stagnant it had been.
The brute would rest against an elder peach tree freshly blossoming to its own annual glory. As much as a dead-inside, unsympathetic-empathetic, unforgiving-forgetting, deadly creature he was; none of that held the truth. Simple flashes of memories in solitude could effortlessly lead to his breakdown.
A feminine throat cleared. Two sets of eyes met.
"Would expect you to be up at this time. Normally you would be sound asleep." The brute only nodded quietly.
"Quite interesting how someone has managed to only communicate non-verbally for all this time." The woman sluggishly neared the brute. He averted his gaze back down to the sparsely lit valley. The clouds that had the moon so dim before gave way as the light of the moon shone down upon the two. Mei and Lim, the well known couple of the lands.
"Couldn't sleep, it seems?" Nod. "Neither am I able to." He nodded once more, earning him a sigh from a, worn out from the day, snow leopard
"You truly are voiceless now, are you not?." Lim Shook his head as the exhaustion wore his serene sanity thin.
"Then..?"
"Opportunistically. You've heard me plenty of times before." Lim spoke, his voice so gentle and unfitting for his character, but very so much so since he never speaks as is. Mei only nodded.
"I–I only speak when it's absolutely necessary anymore. When it's most important to voice something."
"I–I see. You should speak more. It's a curse to not hear you." Mei sat by her husband.
"I'm just tired." Lim glanced into her eyes showing unmistakable agony and an unrelenting void before just looking over the valley again with his locked-down stare. "It hurts."
Mei was just unsure of what to do. Seeing someone she grew close to, even through the voicelessness he left in his tracks and never showing anything else than a singular expression, in such a state pulled heavy on her heart. She only could just do what he would do; run her paw over his head to soothe his mind. That she did, to her dismay, with minimalistic effects.
"I can still see it all. The scars hurt. A–All of them," His voice hitched towards the end.
"With it comes strength." She seemed to try to sympathize.
"Being strong enough to hold it all back." Lim retorted harshly.
"I watched them all die at others hands. I watched as my paws took countless others from this realm. I watched everything I had ever built up from when I flipped my life around collapse like bodies," He bled the words through his mouth. Mei could only listen in silence, remaining deathly still.
"I watched… I watched…" He broke and fell into a quiet sob. Mei leaned into his shoulder.
"To live is to carry on y-our legacy." Lim paused.
"To carry on what legacy?"
"Our legacy," Mei repeated.
He glanced over to look into her eyes again to find nobody there.
A feminine throat cleared. Two sets of eyes met. At least this time, this person was real. Tigress, his 'sister', stood before him.