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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
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It drives me, yes it drives me


Morning Overcast
#1
Group Only
Nightwalkers
Paladin
Content Warning
05-20-2022, 06:49 PM
Content Warning
This post contains content that may be unsettling to some readers, including:
  • Mild Gore
  • Graphic Violence
Follows right after this thread. Tags are for visibility, anyone tagged is welcome to join. Second round will begin Wednesday next week. @Aries, @Calhoun, @Edith, @Almight, @Caine, @Betelgeuse, @Alina, @Morag, @Eris, @Lilith, @Ceria, @Anai, @Piglet, @Tempest, @Err, @Golliath, @Mystery, @Zella, new borns are not tagged for obvious reasons.

There was still some struggling on the dark woman's side as he dragged her into the middle of the meeting place, where most would wander as this would be the heart of their lands... the dens. Here he would unceremoniously drop the woman to the ground, finally releasing his grip on her maw and let out a call to summon the shadows wandering the mist. His song wasn't often heard, the dark, grim, depths of his vocals echoing through the trees.

While they waited he would begin. Not wasting any time to break the woman's legs first. Grabbing both of her forearms and pressing with with a paw as he's jerk up and away to snap the forearms half way through. He'd take his time, letting the woman breathe between breaks, to let the pain settle before continuing and eyeing each new face that would eventually come fourth to answer their summons.

“This is a reminder that non-wolves are unwelcome among us.” He started as more faces showed themselves. “This woman believed her morals were superior in protecting a lone whelp of a different species - believing it was more important than the ones who have yet to breath life into their lungs as she attacked Morag. Our Consigliere who is carrying not only full bred wolves, but Nightwalkers through and through.” He spoke slowly while hovering over the woman's body. Licking bloodied, scarred lips while fresh wounds stained his own coat thanks to her retaliation.

“We are Nightwalkers... This is no place for morals. Especially not for those who put outsiders ahead of the pack.” With saliva trailing down his chin, rubies scanning the ones who had approached and giving no time for interjections - this was no trial after all.

This was a demonstration.

That treason would be dealt with not only swiftly, but violently.

Turning his attention back to the soot and bloodied woman, he'd muzzle his way between her legs - to the tender skin of her belly and chew away at the flesh carefully... pulling, swallowing and spitting as he pleased until the innards were finally exposed. Death would be her only escape and time would be the judge of how long it took for peace to take her to the after life. With a few nudges of his now gore covered muzzle, a few carefully tugged intestines with a paw, the Boss would step back to expose the punishment he had decided.

For Mystery's organs to be exposed to the elements and let her perish as slowly as possible. For either bloodless, shock, or septic shock to finalize her moments as a Nightwalker - he'd let all present witness her insides as he would sit idly by and callously wait for her last breath to draw. Whether it took minutes, hours or days - he would wait and ensure no one would assist or make her final moments any easier.

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Vengeance is a disgusting, terrible character. I do not condone anything he does or thinks of IC, and though I enjoy writing him, he also disgusts me often. He is a villain and nothing more.
#2
05-22-2022, 02:29 PM
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It was the first call she had heard from him. The lyrics that drawled in his bray meant he was not to be ignored. She took only a few short seconds to watch the entrance to her nursery before deciding she had no choice but to abide. Eris then rose, making haste to fold the tissue of moss over her bairns, before making for her a departure. 

She arrived just as others swarmed to the barbaric mess. Their tyrant made his speech and no one took their chance to object, lest they would face their own reasonable fate. It would be the first time she had shown herself, and the swell of her leaking teats would be evidence enough his deed was successful if he was to glance her way.

But the moment those organs became a displayed trophy, glistening in a sheen of irresistible gold, Eris' pupils dilated and a paw stepped forward; entranced, fixated. She knew what she wanted.

Since the birth of his spawn, her mass had tucked up aspiring to a lean racing hounds picture of health. All she cared about was her children's strength and this would be the most substantial meal she'd have sunk her teeth into in weeks. She bore no sympathy for the face of anguish upon her own kind, they now reaped the reward of betrayal and her priority lay now with her brood and not with aiding this wolf. 

Dinner was served but she would not partake in her endeavour to eat. Saliva began to inelegantly drip in a long thick line from her closed jowls, almost kissing the floor. Waiting.

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#3
05-22-2022, 03:02 PM
^^

Morag hadn't hesitated to follow. Soon enough @Err would be chosen to attend to the surface wounds that bled on her swollen side, tending to the wounds his silly wolf girl inflicted. She valued the little rat, valued his intelligence to pick the stronger side. Still the she-beast was currently focused on watching Vengeance issue the bitch the consequences of her actions.

Her masked features were almost unhinged as she grinned, toothy and tinged red from her own attack on Mystery's torn flank. She watched, lashing lashing behind her as she made no effort to hide her joy as the Warlord's voice rung through the clearing. Others would join the mass but Morag didn't look at them as she held her fiery gaze upon the bitch who hadn't listened.

She had been disrespectful, disobedient and Morag had told her. Warned her of what would come if she continued and she had opted for it. To lose her life for a creature that was not a wolf, to attempt to harm the lives she was bringing into the world that would further the brilliance of the Nightwalker future and lineage. Morag was not so maternal to feel protective for the right reasons. The children that were growing in her would be in charge of proving their worth once they no longer required her teat and it was up to Morag and Vengeance only if they died. Mystery had overestimated her worth or importance.

Morag remained above.

"I want her skin," Morag cooed, thinking to line her den with the darkened fur of the traitor. Morag would smirk, full of desire as she thought of all the ways she could desecrate her fur. Once Mystery would be dead, her innards displayed to the word, Morag would skin her. She would get as much as she could to make bedding within her den and no one was going to take it from her. ^^

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#4
05-22-2022, 03:27 PM (This post was last modified: 05-22-2022, 03:28 PM by Almight. Edited 1 time in total.)
He had but returned a few days ago from his adventures. No one seemed particularly interested in him or the tales of his travels whenever he returned, thus he had retreated into the deadly cold shadows of the Reach. Here he would remain as he strengthened his slightly weakened body, eating as he thought he deserved for being one of their main hunters. He had missed the scuffle that had happened, so when his father's voice rang loud and true throughout the forest, he was surprised. As he approached the scent of blood grew heavy, filling his lungs. It made him nauseous, as this wasn't any ordinary blood from prey. It was a wolf's blood.

He stood and watched as the darkened lady he'd met not too long ago was mutilated. He remembered her basket, and the herbs she'd gathered. Mystery, her name had been, if he remembered correctly. She had been kind to him, despite him not being his best that day. Perhaps that's when he should've realized she was too pure to survive here. His stare was unblinking, the only thing revealing his shock; the slight tremble of his pupils, unnoticeable from a distance. He had never been witness to such violence, and seeing it on display here now seemed like a nightmare. It took courage and discipline not to look away - not to appear weak and to bring ridicule upon himself. He furrowed his brow, only lifting his gaze to find Morag when she spoke over the deadly silence that had settled.

His view of her changed as he saw how deranged and excited this horror-show had made her. Was that the effect of pairing with Vengeance, or had it been there already as he watched her with rose-tinted glasses? The illusion of his surrogate mother evaporated, drifting away with the last few of Mystery's breaths. Still, he remained, nearly expressionless. After a while, the scene almost didn't look real anymore. It was almost like he'd gotten used to it. All urges to fight this evil or help the woman - who was beyond saving anyway - disappeared. Life in the Nightwalkers was tough, and this was how it was. He could not change it, he could only submit to their ways.

A light inside him died that day, together with Mystery.

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#5
06-07-2022, 03:32 AM
he sits, and he watches. there is a crack, like wood clattering across stone. his jaw grits, and he feels a deep quiver start in his belly. his muscles stiffen as he tries to contain himself, to remain stoic in case his mother should eye him.

he watches father with careful attention, grateful for words to steal his attention from the suffering and pathetic creature below the towering tyrant. the things he has known since birth are drilled back into his skull. he can feel the constraining bite of every unwavering proclamation weigh him down more, root him to the rotted wood and soil below them all. his brows knit as the story unfolds – they tell a tale of confusion unraveled over his undisciplined heart. he hadn’t seen her oft – she had a presence around the wood, but not one that he would have cared about. and even still a surge of shock peels back his poorly-crafted ardor. he turns wildly to morag, the light and the life of the wood. she’d attacked his mother? for some animal whelp?!

like a man branded anew he glares down the dark, writhing scrap of woman. and somewhere, behind the thunder now rising in his ears, he can vaguely hear the cruel declaration: ‘this is no place for morals.'

and then, the beast begins to tear.

his nose wrinkles. he can feel a torrent of sickness thrashing in his belly, and he wants to look away. his lips tremble until his frame lowers, like a hulking cat wanting to be smaller than he is. he catches a blurring glance at the glistening innards, heart pounding in his throat.

it’s strange, then. he can’t help but wonder if his belly looks the same, pulled back and exposed for the world. his jaw hooks down, face cloistered to the dirt at this feet. he can almost feel it as she does, he’s convinced. if his belly touches the ground he will feel every grain and every bump against his raw viscera.

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#6
06-11-2022, 10:30 PM

Better late than never XD

 He knew that this was what would happen, she should have known too. Vengeance's cruelty knew no bounds, they all knew that. Breathed it. It kept them loyal. That along with the promise of running with the big dogs, the ones who no one else in their right minds would mess with. It was safe. 

 As long as you followed the rules... Mystery had not. She paid the price. 

 He sat up in a tree, watching from on high. He owed her at least that. He sliced her, slow, torturous. She would die in agony for a long time. It was what Ven wanted...

 Normally he might have laughed, might have giggled that it served them right... but not for her. It hurt to see her like this. To watch as she suffered... but he wouldn't leave. He would watch, his heart feeling like daggers were slicing through it. No matter what he thought of her actions, no matter how foolish he thought her to be... She had still been his friend. His best friend. 

 He'd betrayed her but he knew if he had to make the decision again... he'd do it in a heartbeat. He knew his place. He knew his purpose. Did that make him evil? Maybe. 

 But it also made him alive. 

 If he could have ended her suffering sooner, he would have done so but the boss made sure that didn't happen. So he remained, motionless, until she breathed her last breath. Then he would step away and tend to @Morag because that was his purpose. He valued not being eaten alive and he would continue to help his overlords. 

 Even if it meant betraying his love.

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