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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.

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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. 

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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.

Tusker

~click~ The new recent addition of our tribe the doc has made a graveyard for the dead.  Both urukha and myself attended last weekend both of us were awed at the magnificence of such a place for the dead.  Urukha felt the guilt of making such a modest place but I like it.  It has a homely feel to it, but today I promised her Id help build upon it, plant life there.. make it more of a home to her and her family.

I thought of my son last night and tonight.. I brought him up in conversation and felt the sting of what I might have had at one point.  I visited Feralas and prayed at his graveyard.. Urukha came, I must admit I did break down quite a bit.  I asked her if I had a son would we still be lifemated.. and she responded with a yes, she asked me to name him, she told me she would be there for me and I am unsure how much she knew her very words moved me.

I suppose both me and my lifemate have some past issues to work past but we have each other and thats what will make us strong.

Winterspring

~Click~ My family for generations have tried to keep winterspring safe.  We bind ourselves to the land itself and in turn the land gives us strength.  Recently there was a demon issue found there and the only way to kill said beast was by Shadowmourn the axe I had not picked up in at least a year.  The weapon is strong, is truly strong but soon as I was done with it I returned it to its place of being.  I had mastered the weapon long ago but it does not make me immune to its corruption, so I keep my distance.

During the fight with the demon, it broke into the orphanage I had been going to for years and killed many of the adults and a few children.  I as one of the only close adults to the orphanage decided to take up the house for a short time to ensure the children are safe both mentally an physically.

I fear about my mate, this is the longest span we have been separated.  I know she is happy but I dislike being away from her warm snuggly arms.