[FIN] New Edge of the Anvil (Forge & Maximus)

[GunSniper]

The stern "no pup" was all Maximus needed to put that distressing thought to rest. His master would know the answer and, as always so far, there was not a hint of doubt in Forge's voice. The idea of a great creator not making anything broken intrigued him greatly. The arch in his tail begun to form again.

Maximus wanted to ask more about the sun's journey and if it would go to any other place, but he dare not terry after a marching order. The idea was almost as displeasing as thinking he had been broken.

Once more his chest expanded as he drew in a great breath than released it just as heavily through his nostrils. All his attention moved to his pile of ore. With a deep rumbling grunt he once again lifted the pile of ore and begun to follow after forge. Each step he took he could feel the weight of the world shooting up his paws and causing his whole frame to tremble. Starting off from a break seemed harder than it had been simply starting the journey. Fatigue was more well known now, he could feel each step pulling at teh bottom of his maw and beckoning his tongue to flop out and lap up any cool air that might help ease the burn in his muscles. Sore. That word was revealed to him quite swiftly as he followed after Forge.

Despite this he was still determined to make it. Dropping and taking another break was not something he wished to entertain now. Especially not with the thought that with each break he toook the load seemed to become harder to move.  

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

Forge took in his own slow breath as he started forward, but only after his ember eyes took in the sight of his student fallowing after him. Maximas had mange to lift his load once more. Which was good to see, however the trembling muscles did not go unnoticed. The iron pipe in his maw shifted in thought as he thought it best that they try to limit their moments of rest, if not at all. It would be harder to lift the burden the more times he rested. Taking in a slow breath, the pipe's end glowed to life once more as Forge turned his sight to the empire of the fire horns. Another billow of smoke left the gruff maw of the dark b'alam. His own steps where strong and carefully taken. His own thought moved to concentrate on his own burden he had chosen to take up. Though his eyes remained on his student, the other welcomed 'burden', he had choose to carry.

Taking in a slow breath it was released slowly. One breath after another, it was the key of life. One just had to keep breathing, out last the difficulty....

"Just keep breathing, Pup." Forge suggested, his ember gaze took a more notable glance in Maximas' direction. Forge was mindful to help share everything that he had learned himself with his Student. In hopes that his journey would be easier then his.

"Breath is evidence of life...." The Black Smith spoke as he took in another slow and controlled breath. His eyes found the mountain ridge once more. The breath of life that constantly spewed and puffed from the mountain showed the life the volcano still had..

"Even the great Volcano before us...." The black smith started to alliterated as a soft grunt could be heard faintly in his voice. His own focus and concentration remained with the ore and each step he made in the hot sands and rock....

"takes in breath and release it." Forge released another breath, his own muscles worked hard to. The dark b'alam could feel his own ware start to cause his own skin under his dark fur start to sweat.

Forge's maw refused to fully part as it kept his tool in place of his maw, so not to loose the unique piece. The Tahtll dare not think to open his maw wider to warrant a pant. He knew If he did, the paw crafted pipe would surely be lost in the fire sands. It was one of a kind, and not easily replaced. Which meant that he would have to think to pick it up. It was something that he didn't even bother to consider, no he was far to stubborn and determine not to make trouble with it. Dark tail shifted behind him in a stubborn flick as his eyes focused on his goal. The Volcano, and fire tribe home.

One heavy paw in front of another....The corner of his ember like gaze remained with his pup, like a watchful mother on a cub or rather a Master keeping an eye on his Pup. Making sure that he was learning and training, all the while staying safe where he could. That wasn't to say he would make sure it wasn't difficult. No, difficulty was apart of the learning, especially learning a craft that was foreign to newly woven soft paws. If it had came naturally to everyone, there wouldn't be a need for a master....

In time the grueling journey would end in the shop of the Black Smith, that rested in the near heart of the fire mountain, under where the Magus' had decided to take up residence. It was a place where the lava flow was at it's hottest. It was crucial to have such a thing accessible by his shop and place of work. It made working and fusing ores easy, and fire was readily obtained. That add well, it was where the black smith had been woven himself. It only seemed fitting that it be the place where he set up shop in fact-since he was woven there it was named after him as well. It was his forge. It was there at the forge that the Black Smith Master taught his student the ways of the anvil, forge, and smelter. Maximas would also be taught the ways to use a 'wheel sharpener' and how the smallest of details on a piece of work could make it or break it. The teaching passed in that was also reminded that unlike the Grand Weaver, they were not perfect and sometimes they did create broken things.

So they needed to practice, to perfect their craft and in time they would be better masters.

After introducing Maximas to their leader, the Fire Emperors Forge started on the long task of passing on his skills to his student. Like a fine crafted sword that took time to make, a strong bond was forged between master and apprentice. Time was then spent every day in someway helping Maximas know his craft, making him the only other one-as of that moment of compantancy-to forge and create metals like Forge. However, the more time that Forge had spent with Maximas in the heart of the empire, it became more known-even gifted with a fire tribe skill, the tribe was not a place that he called 'home'. The thought of his student not enjoying the Empire as much as he had hoped or even desired was a painful thorn in the Master's smith's paw. In only that it was a obvious sign that he and his Pup would part ways one day, and it sadden his heart. However at the same time, a heavy heart could soar with pride, he couldn't ask for a better student. Though in time Maximas would become his own master, and would need to find his own home....

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