~click~

Your soul is like the vastest sea
And mine a darting fish:
I lose myself within your love;
I live within your heart.

I breathe your love: it is my air,
My element, my world.
I know no other ambiance;
I have no other dream.

I know there is outside your love
A world of rocks and sand;
And I could live there, too, but oh!
How poor and thin each breath!

How rich my world, how beautiful,
Alive within your love,
Each moment filled with dancing light
Refracted through your eyes.

~There is a pause and a grunt of approval~

Oath's

~click~

Many have looked at me oddly because I hold my oaths close to my heart, or they simply do not understand the meaning of oaths.  In particular the life oath I made to chopsie, I no longer love her but I am bound by my oath to protect her and keep her safe.

How far does it extend though?  If she breaks her oath to me do I break my oath to her?   If she forgets me has that part of her "soul" that loved me gone?  What happens if she remembers?  It reminds me of a story.


There once was two strong warrior trolls.  One male Kujan'jin and one female Trejina.  The made was deeply in love with the female but never told her.  He was strong as the mountains as all trolls were that day and she was as swift as a stranglethorn tiger.  They fought side by side killing anything that would threaten our great empire back then.  After many years of fighting Kunan'jin oathed a oath of eternal friendship.  He promised to keep her safe, to love her, and she did him.  She did not love him the way he loved her though and even after many years Kunan'jin never told her.  Ganjin another troll joined them, hunting the dark forces, killing thousands of murlocks and even challanging the old gods together.  Ganjin and Trejina looked longingly at one another and slowly Kajan'jin took to himself more and more.

One old god the two had waged war on saw this.  He was a god of cunning and knew the secret crush Kujan'jin had.  One night the god sent letters to the Ganjins and Trejina's hut with the smell of pharmones of each one, it was a love letter professing the adoration for each one.  They met in the middle of the little village and embraced one another, wrapping themselves into a passionate kiss.  Kunan'jin was also invited from Trejina, at least thats what he though.  He looked upon the center of the village and saw the two embraced and felt his heart being crushed, turned and left.  Seeing the unbeatable alliance of Trejina and Kunan'jin break the dark god lept down upon both Ganjin and Trejina and captured them.

Kujan'jin hid within a cave, and knowingly left Trejina in danger.  Many trolls that knew the powers of these great warriors approached the cave to let the massive bulk of a troll know but anger grew in his heart.. and hatred was replaced.  He defeated each troll in a duel one after another.  One day a old woman came and reminded the troll of his once oath.. that his friend was in danger.  His rage pushed him to raise a hand against the old woman but the loa removed her clothing and revealed herself.  Her voice boomed within the cave and she grew 100 times and brushed away the cavern to look at the tiny ant upon the ground. "You Kunan'jin have broken your oath!  You being one of the greatest heros within your time have brought our kind to its knees! I will punish them in return! May your strength fade!  May you fall to your knees with each oath broken!  I will not have followers that are barbarians!"  With that a poof, she was gone.

Kajan'jin felt the energy pulled from him but he stood, his knees shook but he ran to the old god's lair.  He broke through the wall's and lept over the traps, he faced the old god and sent him back to the after life with one deadly blow.


Hearing this tale, I am unsure if breaking an oath after chopsie broke hers to me will make it alright.  I will need to talk to the doctor about souls, as much as I would like to forgo my oath I do not think it will make it right.

~click~

The sun rises above the hillcrest,
As does the joy of my heart;
Rays of warmth and love,
From her I will never depart.

Fresh dew upon the grass,
Young birds chirp in their nests;
I watch her gently sleep,
My love to her I silently profess.

I enjoy the stillness and calm,
Watching as she smiles and dreams;
She brings me to stillness and peace,
Like that of a slow flowing stream.

My heart and soul flow with love,
And I smile as I quietly reflect;
I’ve been handed a sweet warrior,
A sweet warrior to love and to protect.

A vow to myself I make,
As she quietly sleeps away;
To love and always cherish her,
Until my last breath... until my last day.

~click~

As stated before numerous times, I am a chef.  Many times people (including the center of my life) roll their eyes at the process I use to analyze food using my own taste buds.  As a chef it is my job to analyze food in such a manner, to inform and tell people what they have simply done wrong to make an error with the food making process.

This brings me to my point, baskets.  When food is presented in such a way, it tells me right away that the chef took little to no time to appease their customers.  Being a chef is one of the highest pleasures one can be, making food for all people.  Every living being (or forsaken) is brought together by a good chef, I myself have been asked multiple times to serve for some of the most powerful mages and warriors within this world.  I have spent years traveling both horde, alliance and other territory's for any type of cuisine that would tickle both my customers and my families taste buds and I would -never- throw my masterpieces in a basket.  If one uses a basket with barbecue it does several things to my heart.  One it traps all the grease within one confined area.. and thus the bottom of whatever delightful item they have made is sullied with to much grease.  Two it simply does not look good, if I spent 5 hours smoking something I would want it to look amazing.  Three it changes the flavor, as to a wooden bowl or plate expands the flavor.

Baskets are horrible inventions for chefs.   

~click~ Went to the fair with my lifemate today.  I value every breath with her, if it be teasing me or not.

I state this simply because she took me to get my planestrider leg that I so adore and enjoy.  The advantage of the leg is that it is simply almost impossible to screw up.  As both my love and I walked to the stand I could smell the lovely scent along with crunchy frogs.  I was excited perhaps this was a peer of my own taste buds?  I was sadly disappointed when we arrived at the counter.. and I saw random patrons THROW frogs into the water like nothing!  What was worse the cook -wanted- to them to do such a thing!  Several alarms went off in my head, and in addition to that my mate had to -bribe- the cook to serve one on a plate instead of a basket!

Baskets.. baskets.. dear lord how far have my taste buds sunk to eat something so low as to be served on a basket.

~click~ The heavy breath of the raptors, the clashing of steel on steel.  Honor among both alliance and horde, the smell of sweat and blood is fresh in the air.

I love the argent tournament. 

~click~

Beautiful orcess, lily of the field

You, my umbrella and my shield

Your adoration showers like the rains

And drowns all odds and pains.

Searching everywhere unto the crest

Clear you stood above the rest

For never in my dreams most sweet

Did I such a lovely damsel meet.

Mesmerised I am, dreaming all the while

Of when we walked down the aisle

To vows we take we shall keep

With our affection ever deep.

For eternity our love shall sprout

Though the world be in drought

A union most blissful, this I know

For we ever shall sparkle and glow.