Jaden's Thoughs

"The Shark and the Rabbit" The sun was shining in coral and rose tones, hue for a soft sunset, after months of storms and painful darkness. Kneeling on the velvet grass, was the shark prince. His eyes, golden, one day were the home for sad demons, that sharing the same eyes, were trying to heal any animal in sigh to ease their own pain. But now, the Shark prince didn't had any darkness or demon on his eyes or heart, not even on his mind.  Before him, was a rabbit, sitting on the ground—white-furred with black fur on their head, delicate, its black-tipped ears high, and it was trembling, hurt, by purple arrows that reminded the poor rabbit of any hunter that crosses his way. Reminders of the pain. The rabbit wasn't attacking, like it did in the past to the prince. It only stared, eyes afraid, still caught in a cycle of defending wounds it never dared to heal by itself. The Prince remembered the biting. The scratching. The pain of his own demons and the dark sadness ...