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

[GunSniper]

(Back story of Forge and Maximus )

Steam rose from the heated pools of the mountain dotted around the land like the stars in the sky. Most of the heated springs around the mountain appeared on this particular side where the ground received the most thrashings from the falling rocks the mountain tossed. Often these springs would bubble and hiss creating a strange ambiance to the land. It was the land of fire, yet water lingered. Rocks jutted out from the ground in odd tall jaggid shapes, as if sharp teeth were protruding from the underside of the ground. The land appeared as if to reflect what its inhabitants were to be; tough, dangerous, yet have a certain beauty to them.

At this time of day the land was at its most brilliant. The ridged land was bathed in a bronze light flecked with gold. A heated wind blew from the east as if to push the rising sun on its course. The bronze light created a divine palate of warm colors to appear over the rocks and heated pools around the area. The creators especially reflected such brilliant lights as most of them were filled with strangely colored rocks. Their concave curve also acted as a bowl to gather all of the golden light from the sun and reflect it back brilliantly. The creators filled with water were especially divine at such a task. Even if there were more creators barren than there were filled to the brim with the hot spring waters that flowed under this area. One creator, though it was not filled with water, it was filled with something much more precious. Within the crater of the mountains in a bed of raw ore a new b'alam opened his eyes for the first time. Steel blue eyes winced to the sudden burst of light. He blinked a few times to overcome the brightness to where he could open his eyes fully and take in his surroundings.

Maximus. The name appeared in his thoughts. That was who he was. That was his name.

Carefully he lifted his head and took in the surroundings more. Large spires of red rock rose from the ground and stretched toward the blue sky above. There were several of them that he could see from his spot inside the creator. White transparent wavely lines rose from the horizon in random areas around his creator. Max flicked an ear toward the wavely lines. They had a subtle hiss to them along with a strange bubbling sound. Beyond that the land seemed to be rumbling. He turned his head toward where the rumbling had truly been coming from. A red glow among towering dark clouds rising from the ground blotted out the clear blue sky in that direction. A volcano. That was the heart of the fire tribe. How he had known that was as mysterious as how his name had come to him. In fact, in was than that he realized where he was; The Fire Tribe. At least, the territory. Just beyond the walls of the creator Max could see the vibrant red glow of the lava flowing from the top of the massive volcano toward the base, which vanished beyond the walls of the creator and the haze that rose up from the ground. The land in that direction had a more distinct glow to it. It was almost alluring to look at. Lava. It's was one of the elegant treasures of the fire tribe. Another tid bit of knowledge he had no idea where it had come from, it just came to him. The longer he looked at it and the soft under glow of the dark clouds the more he felt a sense of awe about the land he was in. Even the sun not dare cast its light in that direction for fear of the mountain's power.
Still, he had not seen everything...

It was hard to see anything beyond the large wall of his creator. There had to be more than the spires reaching up toward the sky like a maw open wide to the sky and the strange sounds that surrounded him... Max looked around the creator a moment for any sign of an answer to this small problem. Not that the creator was a problem, Max just wanted to see more of the outside world.

Carefully he wobbled to his paws, his tale flicked about behind him while he became used to his limbs and senses. It was warm here. But that warmth was very pleasant. From his horns to nose and all the way back to his tail, the warmth was welcomed. Toes stretched wide while he thought about the heat and how wonderful it was. Hmn? There was a lot more to this body. His head lowered to look at his feet. As he did so shaggy hair suddenly obscured his feet. Maximus took a moment to stare at the thick locks that obscured his view. He hummed in a deep voice while he watched his hair.

After a moment of study he tilted his head back so the thick locks would fall back into place. As he moved he noticed something from the corner of his eye. It seemed out of place against the rest of the ground. A discolored splotch among the ground. Max ignored the wild locks as he lowered himself to get a closer look at these strange land discolorations. Once more he hummed in thought.

The light hitting these strange rocks made them stand out among the already spectacular bronze bathed earth. They truly were more special than the earth around them. Maximus found himself staring at them closely, taking in every detail of their design. It was interesting how they differed from the other rocks he could see within the creator. The small object had taken up so much of his thought that he had not thought to explore more of the land about him. He was aware that there was so much more out there, he glanced at it very briefly before, but he simply had not the notion to go out and look for himself just yet. Not until he was finished studying these strange rocks.


(1034)

[ Radical Dreamer ]

 

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

Taking in a deep breath, the air was crisp and dry, it was another perfect day in the fire tribe. Releasing his breath, the dark pelted balam tahtll, name Forge had been out on his normal walk. It was a daily constitution, one he made in purpose to find a special rock he called 'ore'. Well, that is to say the name just came to him, just like most things. Which, more or less was the way the Great weaver communicated with them, the balam had a strange nack in just knowing things. It was like a soft whisper to the soul, espically those that were among the first, like the magus themselves that had a stronger bond with their Creator, the Grand Weaver.

Ore, however wasn't the only thing he looked for, 'coal' was also useful to have. Both were needed to craft what he wanted. And to get what he wanted, there were only special places this 'ore' could be found, and as well as 'coal'. Forge like to keep a record of where he could find it when he needed and wanted it. Surprising, there was a lot of places ore could be found. Enough places that he didn't need to take time and gather it all up before moving on to the next mine. If he had done that surely he would have lost any and all space he had in his shop to work and create. To a normal balam, that didn't know what it was-it looked like a rock, or even just a soft grainy mud. This ore was important, and special, because once refined-that was to say-melted down with coal and could be turned to iron.

Iron was used to create a many array of items, that were stronger then most tooth and nail. These Items the Fire lords were interested in having. The Iron was for the most part easy to work and mold once hot enough, they were surround by heat-and Forge was gifted with a set of creative paws to help set all these special items in to be used. So it was only fitting that he would be the one to gather the Ore that was needed to create Iron. So he could create first and foremost, tools. Also Weapons and armor when needed, though deep down Forge didn't see a need for such a thing. The Weaver gave them a set of claws and teeth that worked well enough if there was opposition. Which was hardly at all if there was, especially in such a new world....

Though, if not one item can be made and changed from another, like coal and Ore created Iron. Forge couldn't help but wonder if he could create something more from Iron. Something, stronger...Something that would be harder to break once it cooled or even when it was heated....Ooo perhaps something that would even be resistance to heat!

Pondering this thought, a rumble left the balam as he released a heated huff. There was so much that one could do and needed to be done. Surely it was obvious they were Woven after a creator-and given a desire to create as well! Blazing ember eyes looked up from his thoughts, as he felt another spirit nearby. It was like a sudden rain drop out from a clear sky, it came from nowhere. It turned Forge's attention, and paused his heavy-yet careful paw steps. A dark smokey ear turned and twisted, as his head remained poised. His strong body, still.

A smoldering paw crafted 'pipe', twisted a little in his maw. It had been a tool of his own creation, one he had made for its sole purpose to help light his forge. Habitually, it remained in his maw, and he would rarely be seen with out it. It was use to also keep the mortor that dangled at his horn lit. This way, forge always was sure to keep his work accessible and fire on paw.

Listening carefully, his careful and slightly scuffed-up nose twitched as he smelt the air. Not that a lot could be picked up, because of the normal thick smell of sulfur that blanketed the surface of the fire-lands.

"Hmm." Left the fair tahtll in a soft rumble, large heavy black paws turned toward the sensed spirit. It was a Tahtll, the much was apparent by the spirit. How sudden it was. It wasn't necessarily out of curiosity, but a knowing that the sudden sense of a spirit usually only meant one thing: A newly woven. Which meant more often then not that they would need guidance.

A breath left Forge, and with a bit more focus he could sense that it was another Tahtll. If anything, he could lead the other to the Fire Tribe, if he was kin. Though it also didn't make sense for the Weaver to drop any other kind of b'alam in such a harsh

Slowly, the bulky Tahtll lumbered at his own pace up the side of a large crater. It's what he felt the weaver wanted him to do...

It wasn't long before tempered paws reached the top of the creator. His smoky body paused as his head looked down into the weaver formed creator. Ruby eyes, fell down on the spot of life in the fire pit.

A quiet breath left the dark nostrils of the Fire balam. A large calloused paw reached over the ridge, and his other members fallowed. Smoky tail angled over his body to help keep his balance as he moved slowly down into the creator. His shoulders rocked back and forth in even careful steps, so he wasn't to be caught in a tumble. That would be most embarrassing and trouble some to be caught in such a still act, perhaps even damaging with the pipe in his maw. Slow and easy was some times the best coarse of action-especially when working with heated metals and fire-because so quickly things can be lost in the rage of a roaring flame.

(1007)  

[GunSniper]

Maximus' ear swiveled backwards to the muffled sound of rocks shifting and rolling down into the ore-filled creator. The sound was very different from the ambiance he had grown used to in his short time on this planet. There was a sense of another being with him as well. The feeling was far different to when he had looked at the steam and spires, even the might volcaino that had held his gaze almost as long as the Ore had. He was not alone anymore. His tail arched up into a "c" above his back. Very carefully he turned around.

"hmmm." He hummed to the sight.

It was than that he truely realized that he could feel the other b'alam's spirit. That difference from the ore volcaino and surrounding steam was because the being was very different, it had a spirit and was very much alive. Now that he thought of it, the feeling was familiar. It was the same as his, a Tahtil. That's what it was. Steel blue eyes trailed about the body of the much darker b'alam standing before him. They were the same, but so different. Both were a kin to fire. Max tilted his head and puffed some of his shaggy hair from his eyes. Yup. Horns. Something told him that horns were special for them. It told them what their element was.

There were an array of questions going through his mind at this point. Was this b'alam as new as he was? Did he come about in the same way? Why was he not in the creator too? Most of those were silly questions, and something inside him, that same something that seemed to have all of the answers, told him that he needn't ask such silly questions. He no doubt came about in his own way. Everyone was unique, like the ore he had been observing before the new presence came.

As he mentally weeded out some of the serious questions from the silly ones he took note of the sun in the sky. It had moved just a little since he had woken up. It was odd how it had moved, not once moving to the either side. The ball kept on a straight path forward. It seemed to be watching lazily above. The view it must have! Maximus thought about where the sun might be going at such a slow pace. Perhaps the other b'alam had any idea of where it was going? Suddenly the filter of silly questions and serious questions faded. The more he thought about the sun, the more he wanted to ask about it.

"mmm... have you seen the ball in the sky?" He noted while he turned his head to look at the golden orb a brief moment. Only brief as he knew that one should not look at it too long. "It moves so slowly."

The idea of a proper greeting was not something that had come to his mind. Currently it was the sun and how it had moved a little. It made what part of the sky that could be seen past the clouds blue.

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[ Radical Dreamer ]

 

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

Forge's ruby eyes widened a little as he took notice of the ore that was settled in the bottom of the creator. Well, noticeable parts of the special stoneDark nose twitched slightly to the fresh dusty smell. He could taste the metallic nature in the air. It was a obvious well of Ore, some to remember and mark for mining at another time, of course. Blinking, his fiery orange and red eyes looked back up to the new life before him. It was a Tahtll, just like he had sensed it was. A large and strong looking b'alam, not to mention shaggy with a strange fur like mane on his crown. It wasn't the first time he had seen such a strange mane of Fur on a b'alam. It was just always so curious to look at, as they were all so very different when he did meet another gifted with such fur.

Hmm.

Taking in a slow breath, the wood and iron pipe's end smoldered to life just a little, causing it to give off a red glow on the end. Releasing the breath, Forge's paw steps stopped before a shaggie looking Tahtll, who's chin mane and fur was substantially longer then his own.

Hmm...Another soft rumble could be heard coming from Forge like a rumblings of patient volcano as the new b'alam spoke.

How curious....the new b'alam would focus on the sun. Well, it was kinda grand and vibrant. Not to mention it hung very brightly over their heads and all of B'alam.

Forge's embedded red eyes took a glance up to the sky above as if the glowing orb would have suddenly left. Seeing the sun, it was indeed still there. Dark tail shifted behind Forge before sweeping and taming at his strong side. A flick of the tip of his tail cause a puff of soot to puff out into the air could be noticed, if one had been watching carefully enough.

"Yes..." Finally Left Forge in a deep rumble, his tail tip twitched another puff soot was casted into the air. He held of mention a tale that particularly involved a fish, and how unlikely it was said to have been put it there by it. He didn't want to confuse the new life in front of him.

"Well, It must pass." Another rumble left the darker Tahtll. It had to, to rest for the next day and give the world of b'alam light.

" but it does so slowly, just to give appreciation to the woven life the Weaver has made." The words left Forge thoughtfully, a small smile turned at the corner of the blacksmith's maw. It was a strange concept, but it just made sense for the black b'alam. It was better then the tale of a fish, at least in his mind-perhaps for others in made sense to them. Forge wasn't one to judge...too harshly, he was able to keep it to himself most of the time.....

At any case, fish or not-It seemed like a good subject to start on for a newly woven. He was the one to have brought it up anyways.

Forge stilled his words, not that he was a Tahtll of many, but he gave pause to what more the other might have to say. It was polite and the right thing to do. Especially for someone that is just experiencing life-he of course had to have a lot of questions. After all, there was a lot to talk about, and now Forge felt as if it was his job to help answer such questions. Ember eyes shifted from the new life to the Ore that he lauded on top of...

Hmm, it seemed the Weaver had thought about a reward for such a thing as well. there was so much ore, all of which would take days to gather up. Not that he had a place for it, no-but it would still be good to have such a thing. To at least know where Ore could be found if he needed it, especially a lot of it. He had the Weaver to thank for that....

So much ore was delightful to see. It meant a lot of iron could be forged. Which meant more work could be done. Forge did rather enjoy his work, and loved even more getting lost in it.

A soft breath released it's self from the Black Smith's maw, he would have plans for all that ore, just no perfect method just yet to transport it. Hmm, it would be something he would have to work on, if he wanted to get any real work done that is. Perhaps, it should be the next thing to focus on once he back to the shop. there was so much that seemed like it need to be done. Good thing the Grand Weaver had given them all seemingly limitless time on B'alam.

However....
For such 'real' work to be done, Forge needed to get his shop up and going efficiently as well. There was just so much for his four paws to do. Well, it would all be done in time, as long as the black smith kept at it anyways. Eyes flicked themselves back up to the new life before him, oh right. Another breath left the Tahtll with a pared puff of smoke, he had gotten so caught up in his thoughts for work, he had almost forgotten about the new once before him.

"Hmm." The wordless sound left the Tahtll quietly and habitually. Dark tail shifted once more as he waited the response of the other. He heard that it was interesting to see what a new woven life, had to say. First it was the sun, he was perceptive-so it was sure to be rather curious to see what more he might mention, or how he would respond to Forge's words. The Tahtll took another slow breath on the pipe, keeping the wick alive. It's soft red ember hue glow with a greater tenacity.

(1007)  

[GunSniper]

Maximus arched his neck back and turned his eyes up to the sun another brief moment as Forge expanded on his knowledge. That seemed fair enough. Something so bright would need to move slowly to be sure all could appreciate the weaver's work.

He wondered what the sun might be looking at from up there. It had to be able to see so much from the top of its trail. The world was so vast and huge, but its contents were nothing more than an enigma to someone so small and limited in what they could see. There were so many rocks blocking the way from where Max was standing. However, the sky did not have anything aside the dark clouds to obscure any view of anything. The sun also had another angle to see things at. It traveled across a vast now very blue sky and had to look down to such a red world below it.

Maximus also found it faceting that its color affected the land below wherever it touched. Light. This was the sun's light. That ominous voice that seemed so knowledgeable to the way things were gave more information to what that was. Light. It followed after its host. Perhaps that was why it moved slow.

"It also keeps everything light longer if it moves slow." Maximus rumbled happily to his own observation.

When he returned attention to Forge he noticed that the other Tah was looking at the miscolored ground that Max had woken on. There was a lot of it in this place. It was the fist thing he had noticed in this world. They were odd rocks. Max found that he actually liked them. Something about them was pleasant to the eye.

Out of courtesy to the other tah, Max shifted a large paw back so he could see more of the Ore that rest in the creator. He gave the rocks another glance over before looking back to the other b'alam.

"They are much different than the regular ground." He hummed in his deep voice. "Not just in color. I can feel it in my paws."

Just as he had no idea that he was a larger than normal b'alam, he had no idea that the ore was something precious nor why it should be. He just liked them and how they felt in texture under his toes.

His nostrils flared.

Yes, he liked how they smelled too. Beyond the thick sulfur and dusty smell the creator smelled different. The exposed ore had its own personality it seemed.There was so much to like about these things. Perhaps it was the lack of anything else to notice that had allowed him to focus on these things. Or the fact his nose had been over one when he awoke and it was the first sense to greet him.

In the midst of his admiring he noticed something. The sun caught the metal from the other B'alam's pipe. Its feint glow was a pleasant lure for attention. His tongue flicked in his closed maw. He didn't have one. What a strangely captivating item. He couldn't help but stare.  

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

"Hm." Left Forge in a thoughtful hum as he listened to Maxima's observation of the sun. That was really impressive that this new one would realize such a thing so easily and early. Yes, the slower the sun travel the more light b'alam was given. Forge couldn't help but wonder what the new life would think of fire,or even the moon and how he would react to the first time he saw it. This Tahtll seemed to have a great attention to detail. It would be something that would help him in the long run of existing. Dark smoky tail shifted in thought, as his eyes pulled themselves to look up at the new balam.

'Hmm' The sound rumbled softly from the chest of the darker Tahtll, his tail shifted slowly behind his hunches. Ears remained curiously perked, as his tail swayed high above his hunches. Red claws flicked ever so slightly.

"Yes, very good." Forge's gruff voice was kind to acknowledge. The Tahtll before him was correct, and it was a good thing for him to know that he was hearing the The Grand Weaver correctly. Even if he wasn't aware of it. When the new life shifted his golden paw, Forge's ember-red eyes looked down to the strange color rock under their paws. Yes, it was different then the ground under them. Curious. How quickly the new life was able to distinguish such a thing. Dark ears perked to the new one's next set of words. Raising his head, the blacksmith's ember eyes squinted ever so slightly at his words.The Tahtll seemed to have an obvious fascination with the stone. Which was a first for the Black smith, as no one else,-as far as Forge knew had been fascination with the stone, let alone knew it was special...

Hmm. Dark tail shifted once more, and the pipe twitched in careful thought. Slowly the Tahtll took in a breath, letting it pass though the pipe that was wedged between his maw lips.

Perhaps, this was a sign...

"Impressive, pup." The words left Forge in a soft rumble of acknowledgment. Which if he knew the blacksmith, he would also understand that it wasn't something that left his maw very easily. Especially the use of both those words used together.

Perhaps, The Grand Weaver thought it fitting for him to share his secrets to another.

perhaps....

Another slow breath was pulled though the pipe and caused a little puff of smoke to leave his maw and nostrils. Dark tail shifted behind his hunches once more. This normal day of mapping and gathering had proven to be more then just that. It very well might be the first day of meany that he will have someone to pass his trade and craft to. The work load had been becoming heavier, and greater-training another would make it more difficult-however in the long run, it would hopefully make things better. Only the Grand Weaver would truly know what the future had planned.  

[GunSniper]

Maximus had not really thought of his observations as 'impressive' nor did he know that it was uncommon to have such a fascination with the strange rocks. That insight to the world around him felt as if it was present in everything, it had no prejudice in who it did and didn't share wisdom with. The content of the wisdom maybe, but it still spoke to everyone. Especially those to who the world was so new to. The world was still fresh and new to him. Still, it felt good to hear those words in the gruff voice of the other B'alam. He could feel a warm sense of pride welling up in his breast and tail. The feeling tugged at his legs and back, perhaps causing his stance to perk up considerably while he stood there before the other gruff b'alam.

Once again that universal wisdom was bestowed upon him while he listened to the other b'alam speak. Most everything he spoken was easy to follow. The first word he somehow understood what it was. However, the second word 'pup' was an odd one. No matter how hard he thought on it no translation came to mind. That universal insight did not reveal what the meaning behind 'pup' was. This was such example as selective wisdom. So much had been bestowed to him, yet this was not with the full package of understanding. He had to learn it from another. This b'alam before him seemed to have the wisdom. The more Max thought on the more he tried to put it context. Perhaps that was what he was? A 'pup'? Not his name, but what he was. It would make sense. He knew he was a Tahtil, a b'alam, but maybe there were more names and titles to give to someone? The one before him could be one who gives such titles out?

A deep rumbling hum rattled his throat as he contemplated the word further. Whatever it was this tah knew what he was talking about. There was no sign of doubt anywhere in tone or expression. Judging by his stance and his watchful eyes, this b'alam had no doubts in his words or his own being. There was a sense of trustworthiness to him. He seemed so wise in his ways. There was no doubt that he knew what he was talking about. Perhaps he was the one to explain things further, to insert the wisdom where the universal understanding had decided not to internally place such knowledge into Max's mind. With that on thought Maximus lifted his head and tried to best to imitate the other's bold stance. Somehow he felt as if it was not as bold as the other. Still, that was understandable considering that he had much less knowledge than the other.

"What is it that makes me a 'pup'?" Maximus finally inquired after a moment of contemplation. If he was to be one, it would be best to know why he was. Knowing seemed to be important.

His tail lowered a slightly but maintained its curve. Both paws remained unmomoved while all of his attention held to the one who seemed to have all the wisdom.  

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

A deep rumble left Forge as his eyes shifted back to the ore in the ground as the new life. He seemed to take a moment to think, which was okay-silence suggested intelligence or at very least a mindful thought to his words or perpetration to give an answer. All of which that was needed in becoming one that was skilled with creating the works of metal that he crafted. The black Tahtll's attention still remained with the lighter b'alam. Though as he did, his dark heavy paw lifted letting red claws unshifted themselves. With surprisingly a lot of care as they worked on griping a piece of ore from the bedding of balam. Red eyes remained focused on the New Tahtll, as his telekinetic thoughts helped his calloused and sooty paw pull up on the ore. In a soft, heavy tumble the stone and rock broke the surface of ground. Forge's Heavy front paw gripped and flexed on the stone a bit proudly. It would be something he would take back to the shop, and delightfully so it would be metal and forged into one of his works....

The black Smith's Dark ear turned as he looked back up to the new one, when he had spoken once more.

Hmmm...

The Ore, Forge had prayed from the ground rested a little turned inward at Forge's paws as he released slowly from it's pin. The kindling pipe in the dark balam's maw twitched and turned up wards a bit, as he thought quietly on how to answer the new one. Taking in a slow breath, Forge released a taken in breath of smoke off to the side and way from the pup's face.

Another rumble left Forge as his red and orange gaze looked back at the fresh woven b'alam.

Finally, a deep chuckle rattled past the pipe that Forge held in his maw as he figured out how to answer the curious Pup's question. How to explain it to one, that was just even learning how to mindlessly breath in a way he would understand. So as not to go around calling everyone he just met 'pup'. It would have to be done skillfully, as it was a speical tilted to only come from Forge. It was something he even felt it was how the Weaver called him. Who, was the one to have given him the incline for his Craft-so it was only natural to call someone learning under him such. In a way it was done endearingly so, but of course the new life would have no idea of that. Which was okay, in time-if given the opportunity he would know...

"You surely are not a cub," Forge paused a little in his words, as he couldn't help but wonder if the new one-even knew what a 'cub' was. No matter. He would learn soon enough.

" -but- you are still learning." The black smith spoke, his gruff voice turned with a bit of amusement and he let a grin twist on his maw. His tail shifted behind him, this new expearance was in very least going to be a learning one and perhaps even amusing.

"And if you choose to learn from me, pup." The new life had to after all except the course and life style the Black Smith was offering for him.

" I will need to call you something." Forge added past the pipe, that twitched ever so carefully with each rocky word tumbled from his soot chapped lips. The dangling and bouncing pipe was held skillfully by the teeth and fangs of his trained maw.

There would be much to learn. That, and the offer was rather sudden. If one could even call the casual initiation as an 'offer', perhaps the Pup didn't feel like he had a choice. However at any case. Forge sensed it, The new b'alam was woven here for a reason-it was as if the Weaver told him so. This new balam had a skill-a gift and it would be a shame to see it wasted. Forge wasn't one to waste anything, let alone something as precious as a extra set of paws that would help him in his craft. It was hard work, if one was careful, it could brake their weaver given body. Hopefully, that wouldn't be the case with this new b'alam. He was plenty big enough, obviously bigger then most woven in b'alam...

(737)  

[GunSniper]

Maximus had taken notice of how the other b'alam was shifting the ore in the ground with his claw and skillfully prying it from the red rock. Each movement of the claw, how careful the other b'alam seemed to be at caring the conversation all the while prying the strange rocks from the ground. Max never thought to question why the ore was being pried at, they seemed special, and it was fascinating at they were able to be removed from the ground so easily. That must have been what they were there fore, to be found. Why they would need to be found was another question. Maximus took a slow moment to wait to see if that universal knowing would suddenly come to him as it had in other instances. When it did not he figured that that is something that would come from the teacher before him. Max noted that he was so well at filling in the gaps the universal understanding had not unveiled to him. Now, back to the creator and the strange rocks, Max begun to count how many dots there were in the creator. At least the numbers and ability to count was something he did not have to inquire about. That was something the universal understanding had shown to him without a word. As he looked at the vast amount of strange rocks he noticed there were a lot of them. There were so many of them in the creator that it would take hours to remove them all. The thought had crossed his mind. The idea of time suddenly becoming known to him. The thought wasn't daunting. In fact he hardly thought on it at all. He instead focused on the other b'alam's words. A thankful release to the daunting idea of counting rocks and considering how long it would take to do so. It wasn't something that he wanted to think on really. It did not matter how long it took. If it needed to be done than it should be done! Before he could think of it he caught onto the words of the b'alam before him.

"Learn from you..." He repeated than with a slow nod responded. "I am already learning from you."

Now that the offer was accepted the Tah would need to call him something. He had a name, but was catching on that it was not something all b'alam would know.

"Maximus is what I was given." He gave his name. "but if pup is one who learns, than that is what I am."

His ears perked forward so he could listen, however his eyes turned to another ore that was beside his front paw. Now that he accepted his role as the Pup he would need to strive to be like his master. This seemed to be a good place to start. If picking at these ore was something that his master was doing, than it was something that he needed to be doing. Very carefully he begun to imitate what the other b'alam had done to loosen his ore.
 

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

Forge listened to the other fire b'alams words carefully. His scruff large head nodded to the new b'alam's words. Learn from him. yes, that is what he was doing. However, it was a offer at learning more then just this once, which had originally had been the Black Smith's plan. Yes, he been debating for quiet some time in taking on someone to teach and pass off his knowledge of Iron and how to make it. He had yet to find another woven b'alam that had actually seemed interested in learning the said craft that knowledge had been so gifted to him by the Grand Weaver. That was until now.

Long and Dark smoky tail shifted in the warm heat as his ember like gaze remained with the newly formed.

"Yes, You are." Forge's rough voice answered softly. "However what I am offering would be a permanent thing. Something that would last until I see it fitting that you move on to forge your own path." The black's smith's maw parted a little, his little stove like pipe shifted ever so delicately in his grin. The crimson ember was brought to a more vibrant light with a slow and soft inhale of the his breath.

"It is what I will call you." The Tahtll answered in his gruff voice. "Others will know you by your Weaver given name, Maximas." Forge spoke with a little nod to the New b'alams name. It was fitting one. Very strong, like Iron...

"Mine is know as 'Forge'." The Master spoke, and gave a little pause as to let the new knowledge of his name sink in.

" You however, may choose to call me Master as I am the 'master' of a skill that I am willing to Teach you." Forge went on to briefly explain, he had already spoken more then he was use to in a stretch of time. That and he was trying to keep his complicated method as simple for the new life, so it was easier to understand.

In time, he trusted that Maximas may learn, and the Weaver would help in filling in some of the basic information that fell though the cracks. He counted on Maximas being at least that in tune with the creator, as Forge had learned his trade from such as well. This Pup had already demonstrated instincts that would have gotten him far, Forge was just offering to help cultivate such a gift. To Temper it and make it stronger like the ore and coal he worked with.

"What I am offering to teach you, is different then what others know and call existing." Forge went on to explain briefly as all this information was knew and rather sudden. It just felt 'right' to teach this pup what he knew. Forge couldn't explain it more then just that it was Weaver destined, and sent. Why else would have woven another b'alam in a creator filled with the element of fire and surround by ore?

"What I want to teach you is a skill, that right now is unique, and belongs -only- to me." Forge let the pup know, his head rose a little to show of the pride that he held for such a thing.

In time, perhaps that would change as he choose to teach others, and those others in turn choose to teach others. Coal colored tail shifted behind him in a gentle sway as Ember eyes looked down from nose and maw to the lighter colored b'alam.

Though he would have to do something with that fur that covered his eyes. Forge wasn't sure if Maximas could even see past the lochs, let alone what he wanted to teach the pup....

That was if Maximas chose to accept...

If he did choose to accept what he was willing to offer, Maximas would be the only other one in the whole world of b'alam to know the secret of making 'Iron'. It was something that Forge had plans on teach others after he had perfected the technique and hopefully a new one he had been working on. It was something he felt the Weaver had told him to do with his gift. However, it was only something by internal and external request by the Fire Lord(s) to keep to their kind. Their kind being those only woven with horns...Which wasn't a odd request and something Forge wanted to keep the same as well. It would be rather hard for someone without horns and the heat temperament to work with the things that needed to be so closely watched and looked after.

A slow drag on the pipe in Forge's maw caused a little puff of smoke to leave his maw as he released it. His red eyes looked down Maxmas' paws as he started to shift and moved the precious ore with his paws. A quiet grin twisted on his maw. See, that right there was something that not any normal woven b'alam would do even if they didn't understand it. This Pup was special, and there was no doubt that he was woven for a reason, and just as Forge was crossing the sulfur filled fire tundra.

They would have to come back to this creator, to gather all the ore. It by far was the richest in Ore that Forge has yet to see. Surely it was a sign. Though first he would need to think of a better way to carry such things. His body had already grown even stronger with the daily trips to harvest and mine the valuable stone, to think how much easier it would be with the help of another.

That was to say, if Maximas agreed. What Forge was offering wasn't a easy life, however the pup seemed to have a desire to at very least learn a little bit. That and he was big enough, larger then most...

Forge's charred whiskers tingled slightly with anticipation as he waited a answer from the newly woven known by the Weaver as 'Maximas'.
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[GunSniper]

Maximus listened quietly while Forge offered to become his teacher, his master. The answer was going to be an easy "yes". It seemed right, but he wanted to consider what he was talking about carefully. He had already been doing so much contemplation today, it just seemed right to continue to contemplate the options in full. Even if the answer was easy and he knew he was going to say "yes" it was good to think on all the angles accompanied by the answer. The skill he spoke of seemed precious. Especially if he was the only one to know it. That sounded quite important. And judging by the tough appearance of the master standing before him; It was something that cracked horns, hardened eyes, kindled a tough stance. This was not going to be the easiest trail to follow after. At least the universal voice of understanding had assured him that this was correct. Still, Max couldn't help but be internally excited to think about following down this trail. Though his outward composure did not change one bit, he inwardly boiled over with anticipation on this most generous offer. He wanted the cracked horns, he wanted the ruffled fur, he wanted the sharpened claws and the intimidating stance. The stance of knowing and a deep sense of understanding. Perhaps even a good shiny pipe like the master brandished so wonderfully. A minor perk what it seemed, but Max wanted everything that this offer might entitle. Good and bad. And there was no doubt something bad to come with it, bit it would be very minor in comparison to the good and thrill. And to be able to work with the ore. Max also found that he liked to be around the ore and fire, it felt fulfilling to his nature. The thought made more sense in his mind was would be incredibly hard to explain in words. Yes, no matter how hard this was going to be it felt worth it. The more he thought the more it felt right, as if he were fulfilling something in his nature to accept the offer.

After a good thought on the matter he assured himself the answer was going to be unlike the journey, easy.

*herum*

A deep gruff hum rattled within his throat before his head bobbled up and down twice, as if to agree twice to the wonderful offer.

Yes, this was going to be the best dissension.

"Than I will choose to call you master and be the 'pup'". He agreed with as much enthusiasm as one could manage with his deep gruff voice.

The thought of learning more about these rocks was appealing. As was the thought of learning something that seemed to be a coveted skill, an important skill, a skill in which to make that neat thing sticking from Forge's mouth. Maximus' tail lifted slightly as his excitement grew.

"How does this begin? What is it you need me to do?" He inquired, eager to start.
 

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

Forge's ember eyes watched maxima's gaze carefully, well what he could see if those steely orbs of his. He coudln't wait to hear what the new b'alam would say to his offer. A little part of him hoped it would be a 'yes', after seeing how gifted the new b'alam was, to have him as a student would be something to be desired. Slowly, forge took in a slow breath and released it in a puff of smoke away from the other Tahtll's gaze. His dark fur he could feel was starting to stand on end as he waited with anticipation. Never once did his eyes ember gaze leave that of the new balam.

As a hum and rattle that came from, Forge answered him with his own little *hmpth*. The pipe in his maw turned and twisted a grin was formed on his maw under his charred whiskers.

"Good." Forge spoke simply with a responding nod. His maw turned a little more in a smile, past fallen whiskers as he heard the deep voiced balam's excitement. It was more then 'good', but it was responsible to keep his own excitement at bay.

It didn't take long for more words to leave Maximas' maw, and dark Ears perked as the pup spoke of his next inquire.

A brisk short laugh left the black smith's maw. Wonderful, it was more then the blacksmith could hope for. The pup was eager to learn, which was pleasant and good to the Master's ears. Dark tail flicked and swished a little, with a bit of his own excitement. Then they would quickly start on their first task....

"Take what you can of the ore..." Forge smiled, the pipe turned and twisted to the other side of his maw once more. Red eyes flicked to the rocks in the ground as he nudged the air to help gesture to the ore that was still embedded in the ground of the creator. They would have to gather the ore and bring it back to the 'shop'

"And fallow me." The words left Forge confidently and firmly. Then when they got back to the shop that resided in the heart of the fire tribe. Forge could start teach Maximas his skill, though perhaps it would first be something he would first as their Fire Emperor....

Hmm....

Though, did their leader really have a choice? Forge was the Master of his Skill, and the only one to know it, shouldn't he have his own say in wither another would learn what he knows. Though truly, he knew the heart of their Emperor, and knows that their leader wouldn't mind as long as the skill was promised to secrecy and only to fire horns. It was a fair request and out of respect for their Grand Weaver chosen leader it was something that would be strongly abided by.  

[GunSniper]

Without a question Maximus nodded once before he turned around and begun to claw at the ground just as he watched Forge do before. Very carefully he worked on prying at the discolored rocks. His claws extended while he dug into the ground around the strangely colored ore. The varying shapes of the ore made some of them difficult to pull up from the ground, but those ones were all the more rewarding when they finally were pried up from the ground. Some of them he found he needed to start to dig around the edges before they would even budge a little bit. Those took a while to figure out. He had to be careful, just as master had begun to dug them up. The ore still felt sturdy, but he did not know if digging them up in any other way would cause them to be destroyed. Yet another term that the universal understanding was not unwilling to bestow upon him. Still, the work was nothing to complain about. The more he worked the more he could tell how hard it was going to be, but he also found himself becoming lost in the task. It was fun. His tail flicked up fully into a "C" while he worked. He wasn't sure how many of them he could carry, so he best dig them all up to find out how much that would be.

It did not matter how many of them they would need to dig up, Max felt as if he could do this all day. Once again, another term the universal understanding had given to him. The day was when the sun came up and lasted until it vanished again. Whatever that meant. Max understood it, but could not picture what that might look like. That's just what a day was. And he could work all the day pulling the ore from the ground. The repetitive motion was easy to get into a good rhythm. Even if some of the ore needed a somewhat different method to be extracted, it was just a new beat to the rhythm of the work he had agreed to do with his master. It was fulfilling.

As he worked a deep hum continued to rattle in his throat. It was a fun noise. And he rather liked the work that he was doing. The ore was all the same stuff, but it all looked so different. And each one was rather different than the normal ground that they rested in. Perhaps Maximus felt a kinship. He too was set against the ground yet very different.

Carefully Maximus took the ore that he had unearthed and set it in the middle of the creator. He figured that would be a good place to see how much he could carry all the while keeping them organized. Even as his puffy hair fell in front of his eyes he did not stop his work. This was an important skill, and he was eager to learn.  

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

Forge's ember gaze watched as maxima's began to dig and scrape at the ground. A brisk chuckle left the dark balam past the stove pipe in his maw. It was really quiet amusing to see such a blissful thing. It was much like when he had found out about Iron and when he realized that he needed the special rock to make it.

"Easy pup." Forge smiled, letting the pipe in his maw shift to the other side of his lips. His dark soot dressed tail shifted behind him once more. With how much ore Maximas had easily seemed to unearth, it would be more then enough to carry back to the shop...perhaps too much. Only time would tale, and it would be something that they could always come back for. They didn't have to make one trip...however it would be the most efficient.

"Let's start with that," The Dark Blacksmith stated, a amused smile rested still on his maw as he decided that it most likely was too much to carry in one trip. They would have to come back for more then they needed it anyways.

" and we will come back." The black smith chuckled, finding his tenacity amusing as well as inspiring. To be freshly created and not jaded with time. It truely was a priceless thing. If they had to come back, it wasn't a wasted effort-but work they could look forward to doing later.

A gravely Hum left Forge as he looked to the uprooted ore. His eyes shifted to the caved holes about Maximas' paws. There was still plenty to unearth-but that will be saved for another time. Now to Carry what they could back.

But first...

"Do you know how to lift things without the use of your paws?" The master smith looked back up to Maxima's curiously. The Grand Weaver had gifted them with the telekinetic thoughts, but no more then what they physically could lift. Luckily, Maximas was a rather large b'alam in theory-he would be able to lift more then a normal sized b'alam. His dark long soot covered tail shifted in thought. If not, he would have to show him. Which was okay, but first he wanted to see if the gifted balam could figure it out without his guidance. curious to see how much more the fire b'alam knew from the Grand Weaver. It was already so easy to see that Maximas was destined for great things.  

[GunSniper]

Maximus had been working on digging up a larger chunk of ore when Forge gave him the command to stop. It was a miracle at all that he had been able to hear such a command from his master. The work he was doing had been almost completely consuming to his senses. However, there was a distinct sound in Forge's voice. As if it were a hot blade cutting through soft ground. Whatever that meant. Almost instantly, Max's paw lifted from the large rock before he turned about to face his master. Of course Forge would know when it was enough to carry. This was his special skill! The more he thought about it the more he became excited to learn such an amazing and unique skill.

"Hm..." Max hummed as he looked down to his paws than the pile of ore that had already been collected. The creator had become more red than freckled with the darker ore that used to be about the creator. More than half of it had been moved to the center of the creator in their own pile of ore. It was incredible to see how much a simple shift in ore had changed the color of the creator.

His tail flicked about behind him while he thought about it. Before, when he thought on something the answer had come. Sometimes. The universal wisdom had been useful in learning things that otherwise would have been unknown, but it did not relay that information all the time. Maximus was catching on quite quickly to this concept. Forge seemed to be keen on filling in the rest of the information. There was no doubt in Maximus' mind that Forge was the master because of the information he was able to fill in. Maximus felt greatful to have someone who was able to fill in what he could not figue out through this universal knowing and understanding. He had not been around long at all, but he had learned some things he just knew when he thought about them. This was one of those instances. It was instinct, like nature to know how to use telekinesis to move objects around. Limits were another concept that he had no idea of.

Maximus concentrated on the pile of ore, his brows furrowed a bit as he tried to lift the entire pile. The ore shook, some tumbled down the side of the pile as he tried with all his strength to pick up the large collection at once. His claws gripped at the earth and a heavy grunt huffed passed his nostrils. The pile would not budge!

The failure to move it was rather disappointing. Maximus had not known that failing was a possibility in this task of moving more. He had figured it would have easily moved just as he had when there was only one chunk of ore. They were the same material, so why was moving it in large quantities harder? The more he tried to focus on that problem, the less he had to focus on moving the rocks. No matter how hard he tried it would not budge! How strange. Thankfully that universal understanding and wisdom was able to fill him in on part of this failure. The more of something the heavier it weighed. In hind sight the thought was amusing at how simple the concept was. It was common sense. Still, Maximus had wanted to move it so bad he continued to try until his master said otherwise.