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!

P
& i'll envy even the earth that wraps your body,


Evening
#1
P
Frostchant
02-09-2022, 06:27 PM
This content is not visible to non-members.

the staff team luvs u
 
 ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴍ ᴏ ɴ  ·  ᴠ ᴀ ʟ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ᴀ ɴ  ·  ᴛ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ ʀ ɪ ᴀ ɴ 
( riannon speaks common with a thick romanian accent )
#2
02-25-2022, 11:58 AM
asriel takes a deep breath, struggling to focus his attention upon the lesson she gives : torn between something akin to embarrassment and duty. he itches to patrol the borders, to feel the ache in his paws as he runs them or to sink his teeth into an opponent in the sparring ring. though, thankfully, his fur hides any form of heat rushing to his face at her explanation, asriel does his best to temper the worst of his instincts to slink away. this wasn't, exactly, anything he ever wanted to talk about.

but he supposes there is value in the lesson.

it shifts then, and a cold sort of iciness sinks into his heart; jealousy he supposes, when she mentions wanting more cubs. unfair questions then spring to the forefront of his mind: were they not enough? she gives them voice in the choice. that ugly rearing within asriel wants to say no; like a petulant child throwing a temper tantrum. but that is not fair. it is selfish, of him. a breath is followed by a pause, words stolen by the wind before they can pass thru his vocal chords.

a moment to gather himself; to acknowledge his thoughts and put them where they belong.

“i support you in whatever you decide.” a fair and dutiful answer, spoken objectively from the green envy stabbing in his heart.

the staff team luvs u
fjordic · common
— ❝the thing about gods is they're eternal
scroll to top