GOD of The Word
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I have read innumerable tales on Fanfiction.net involving those characters that pervade the world of the Japanese animation series BeyBlade. Some show true promise and others are short but not always sweet, but regardless of the level of skill embedded within those tales, I have been inspired to act upon my vices and turn those beings to my imagination and delve into their pysche.
I shall begin my foray into this realm of thought and action by dividing those characters into bodies of a collective. My first shall naturally begin with those that gain the most air-time and reactionary moments, those of the main body of people, the Bladebreakers. Taking to heart in that I have seen Beyblade and Beyblade V-force only, I shall concentrate on their persona's then and not from the latter show. I shall endeavour to include both Kenny and Hilary to my first collective as they have endeared themselves to the main group. Not essentially members but by association they shall be included into this initial test of my writing talent, or lack- there-of.
Be warned my travelling readers, I am prone to wanton severe surrealism, so my works may seem confusing to the eye. My repertoir may change as I delve further into my writing, to simplify each chapter to more acceptable reading material, but as of the moment my writing veers towards the less obvious. I am in the twilight of simile, comparative and complexion.
I do believe there is enough procrastinating here, it is time to finish this small explanation and lead on into the tales in full. The first is available below, for you, my readers to delve into, heavily encumbered by the abstract and abtruse. Further chapters, if you still wish to read more of my works, shall be available in as short order as possible. I have accrued what little time I have to insure that the first short is delivered, latter parts shall be inducted when I have more time to complete them.
GOD blesses you.
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Disclaimer: Herein my tale is a legacy of creations and aspects of BeyBlade. I own not their coverted presence nor their countenance. I am merely using their design as a tool for my writing. I own only what is writ and not what lies within its context in terms of personage.
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A/N: I sincerely appologise for the introduction being of far longer length then the main body.
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HITAWARI, KAI
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To stand assured is not an assurance of indolence but a moment in time to reflect and watch. To stand and stare. To strike accordance with the tree, its regality in its poise and patience, but trees hold their secrets too. Eyes of blue that watch in quiet aptitude hold the key to the trees, fire burns in their veins, a raging inferno that with one errant flame can strike upon a tree with fueling intensity.
If tree's could speak what would they utter? What would they think? To look upon one would make you question. The blue-haired figure is like that hunk of living wood, standing still with many a tale in their eyes and branches, a stalwart figure that imposes with a flickering frown and a penetrating gaze.
What would he say? What does he think?
There is pain, a sensation of hurt and masked history. For the strength of such pain to be hid behind a scowl and indifference is an unfathomable one indeed. The roots run deep. The scars sometimes deeper.
As trees do, they grow and spread, on their friend the wind, their own seeds are pulled and with it their own tale. The wind is a friend, the beast which the winds seed is brought to another friend, again carries that tree farther, and from that beast, the ground is waiting for its burden to drop and from then, the seeds grows, and the tree is born again.
That blue-haired boy may stand in his place but he has others to carry him onwards. He can be up-rooted, but he shall always find his place with aid.
What does he think? What would he say? What does it matter. His actions dictate his thoughts and if he decides to share his little piece of himself, their shall be someone to carry him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I have read innumerable tales on Fanfiction.net involving those characters that pervade the world of the Japanese animation series BeyBlade. Some show true promise and others are short but not always sweet, but regardless of the level of skill embedded within those tales, I have been inspired to act upon my vices and turn those beings to my imagination and delve into their pysche.
I shall begin my foray into this realm of thought and action by dividing those characters into bodies of a collective. My first shall naturally begin with those that gain the most air-time and reactionary moments, those of the main body of people, the Bladebreakers. Taking to heart in that I have seen Beyblade and Beyblade V-force only, I shall concentrate on their persona's then and not from the latter show. I shall endeavour to include both Kenny and Hilary to my first collective as they have endeared themselves to the main group. Not essentially members but by association they shall be included into this initial test of my writing talent, or lack- there-of.
Be warned my travelling readers, I am prone to wanton severe surrealism, so my works may seem confusing to the eye. My repertoir may change as I delve further into my writing, to simplify each chapter to more acceptable reading material, but as of the moment my writing veers towards the less obvious. I am in the twilight of simile, comparative and complexion.
I do believe there is enough procrastinating here, it is time to finish this small explanation and lead on into the tales in full. The first is available below, for you, my readers to delve into, heavily encumbered by the abstract and abtruse. Further chapters, if you still wish to read more of my works, shall be available in as short order as possible. I have accrued what little time I have to insure that the first short is delivered, latter parts shall be inducted when I have more time to complete them.
GOD blesses you.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Disclaimer: Herein my tale is a legacy of creations and aspects of BeyBlade. I own not their coverted presence nor their countenance. I am merely using their design as a tool for my writing. I own only what is writ and not what lies within its context in terms of personage.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: I sincerely appologise for the introduction being of far longer length then the main body.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
HITAWARI, KAI
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
To stand assured is not an assurance of indolence but a moment in time to reflect and watch. To stand and stare. To strike accordance with the tree, its regality in its poise and patience, but trees hold their secrets too. Eyes of blue that watch in quiet aptitude hold the key to the trees, fire burns in their veins, a raging inferno that with one errant flame can strike upon a tree with fueling intensity.
If tree's could speak what would they utter? What would they think? To look upon one would make you question. The blue-haired figure is like that hunk of living wood, standing still with many a tale in their eyes and branches, a stalwart figure that imposes with a flickering frown and a penetrating gaze.
What would he say? What does he think?
There is pain, a sensation of hurt and masked history. For the strength of such pain to be hid behind a scowl and indifference is an unfathomable one indeed. The roots run deep. The scars sometimes deeper.
As trees do, they grow and spread, on their friend the wind, their own seeds are pulled and with it their own tale. The wind is a friend, the beast which the winds seed is brought to another friend, again carries that tree farther, and from that beast, the ground is waiting for its burden to drop and from then, the seeds grows, and the tree is born again.
That blue-haired boy may stand in his place but he has others to carry him onwards. He can be up-rooted, but he shall always find his place with aid.
What does he think? What would he say? What does it matter. His actions dictate his thoughts and if he decides to share his little piece of himself, their shall be someone to carry him.