Welcome to Canis Major

a wolf and animal rpg (role-playing game)

Canis is a writing community for play-by-post (forum-based), freeform roleplay set in a fictional dream world in the intrusion fantasy genre. Most characters on Canis are wolves; many play elements are focused around wolves and canids, but the world makes room for a large variety of other animal characters such as dogs, horses, cats, bears, deer, and many, many more.

Our community is focused on flexibility, creativity, and collaboration. That boils down to a few important features:

  • There is no set activity requirement to write
  • The setting and plot are member-created and staff-supported
  • The game is continuously improved to increase fun and decrease stress

Learn more in our Rulebook!

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10-20-2021, 12:58 PM (This post was last modified: 10-20-2021, 12:58 PM by Riannon.)
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10-20-2021, 03:03 PM (This post was last modified: 10-20-2021, 03:03 PM by Azriel.)
though asriel, himself knows nothing else, no other life than this in truth... he dreams fantastical and unreal things; much like those brief glimpses of a once life that feels so old that his body is not strong enough to hold it. of naked bipedal beasts dressed in furs that did not belong to them, draped in metals stolen from the earth and forged in fires. he dreams of a shimmering glimpse of a one-eyed face looking back at him ...wizened but ageless. he dreams of a yapping head that he thinks call itself mímir speaking in fjordic and in other tongues that azriel cannot hope to understand.

he awakens at his mother's warbled cry of his name; and though he blearily peers around, mouth still cottony with sleep and glacial gaze blurred. jeg er her, mor... he assures her in fjordic, those visions teasing him like the flutter of a valkyrja's wings as she pirouettes out of both his grasp and his view; present in a way that he can feel in the marrow of his bones but never explain. asriel shifts and yawns, stretching against the cave ground.

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10-21-2021, 05:49 AM
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10-23-2021, 04:49 AM
it takes asriel a bleary-eyed moment to come to the slow stuttering realization that his aïtï might not speak fjordic. she rasps at him in tundrian initially, before switching to common. which brings to the forefront of his mind the spinning and unanswerable question of where that tongue and inherent knowledge had come from ...if not from her and, presumably, not from his sire.

asriel is quiet and contemplative as his mother lists her ...concerns, perhaps? of things that need to be taught to him that ends with a request for him to follow. he stretches again and gives a heavy headed nod before he pushes himself to his paws; gives his pelage a shake and motions for her to lead the way with a soft gesture of his muzzle and a soft murmured, “of course.”

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