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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
  • The setting and plot are member-created and staff-supported
  • The game is continuously improved to increase fun and decrease stress

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#1
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Elkshire
08-02-2021, 06:25 PM
she is accepting visitors!


The Queen, or anyone, was expecting her to have at least eight children. Though the elk known as Vaskian had propheciesed as so, she didn't truly believe it. Wolves rarely held that much, a big litter often consisted at five, and the occasional rare six. However, she was blessed with a large litter, yet at the same time she couldn't count it; more of a retribution. Two were exact looks of cousins now dead, and the other three were not the Déorwine blessed.

She was slowly adjusting to it, the factor that these were her kids - regardless how.. Sinful they were. Yet there was still clear hesitation to her love to them, at times Célnes would hesitate to their lawful crying before attempting to comfort. She didn't completely deny them neither of attention, and definitely not for hunger.

In thought her tail gently padded the ground, the occasional child mewling like a screaming gull at the sibling rivalry of being ontop.

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#2
08-02-2021, 06:51 PM

 Since even before the birth, she had been around. In the background, watching, circling. Taking turns patrolling with @Remus and even @Flynn when the man wasn't curled up around her or otherwise, unconscious. She'd spent most of her time either making sure nobody was messing with the queen or her pups and the rest of the time tending to Flynn, making sure he wasn't pushing himself too hard. It wasn't that she didn't trust him to take care of himself but, well, she didn't trust him. He'd gotten himself into this mess and there was still clearly unresolved stuff he had to figure out.

 His admission of liking her - like liking her - hadn't been unwelcome but honestly she wasn't sure of what it meant. He was still roaming around, chatting up every lady he came across, it seemed (did he ever just have a conversation with another dude? Ever?) so she wasn't all too certain of anything in that regard.

 But... it was nice to be around him, at least.

 Even if it confused her to no end and even hurt a little.

 Today she had set up duty watching over the queen's den. Having been around during the actual birthing process, she knew that they were born and, as far as she knew, all alive. If any had died so early, she hadn't seen any sort of disposal. Curiosity growing, she moved towards the den and peered inside, making sure to keep an eye on her surroundings in her periphery. “My Queen, how are you and your children today?”

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#3
08-02-2021, 07:25 PM
The Queen was oblivious to the turmoil's that were happening within Elkshire. She had not been informed by many of Flynn's.. Adventures, the only one she was aware of was the distaste he presented to Nightwalkers, to which she had told Remus to handle it. More would be involved, more disciplining personally if it wasn't for the litter she was carrying ; the focus that was needed during the time, and thereafter. Her mewling kids took any focus she held in thought, a slight irritation settling as her tail swished at how much could possibly be missed.

Though borders closed, she trusted the royal guard (albeit distrust over Flynn for the time) to handle the reigns, and likewise, the troubles that knocked. When they were more settled she would need to request more of an update to what was happening, and a proper talk with those Célnes named her guard. Her personal, guard, which she could see often roamed outside of her den, an occasional other leaving gifts. A pride would always fill her heart on the care from her pack.

A guard peaked in, her children unrested as she adjusted upwards to a more proper sitting, "We are thriving," a smile upon her face, a paw squishing down @Rohesia as she kept nibbling at the queen's fur. Though mindlessly as they were.. They were quite energetic for simply existing, "how are the borders?"

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#4
08-02-2021, 08:24 PM

 As oblivious as the queen was, the two of them just weren't close enough for Meissa to spill all her boy troubles. After all, what worse boy trouble was there than having him leave eight little presents in you? The soldier was very glad to have never actually had to go through that, though she did want to eventually have a family. Just... maybe not eight of them.

 The queen was smiling when she peeked in - a good time to visit, then?

 Meissa smiled in return and shuffled closer, coming onto her belly so she could chat with the queen without actually invading too much of the space. She surveyed the little ones with not-even-a-little-bit-disguised adoration. She really did love pups, watching them grow up and run around and play. Having never had a proper childhood, shipped from place to place to place, all she could hope was that they didn't have that kind of awful circumstance happen.

 If she needed to, she would protect them as if they were her own.

 Thankfully, these pups didn't seem to carry the corpse-stink of their father and she hoped that would remain the case forever. They had yet to truly pick up their own scents, still slathered in their mother's odor and the heavy supply of milkscent. “I am happy to hear it!” she said with a couple thumps of her tails on the ground. “They are secure. A few wolves have shown interest in joining our ranks and we have told them they can wait in the Sleeping Doe's Range until we call for them, perhaps in a couple weeks when you are able and willing to meet them?” She clarified, “There, we can keep an eye on them.” Plus, if any of them bothered to stay there, they could see how they interacted with each other.

 Her eyes rested lovingly on the pups again. “Do they have names yet?” She asked, her voice growing softer.

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#5
08-02-2021, 09:12 PM
Her paw was continuously pushing Rohesia whom get trying to scrabble away from her belly and moreso to her chest and paws. Such a small child, who the Queen remembered her previous 'reincarnation' as the devil, someone of fire and fury, someone who tried to take her thrown! Yet now so weak and dainty, needing all the help as she lifted her and placed her by her belly, watching her squirm for a teat before satisfyingly clinging onto.

Then @Maral was doing the same, and she too had to place a paw upon her child to make sure they didn't leave any further, "It seems we are busy." She was rather pleased with the direction Elkshire was going, and gave Meissa a nod of approval toward the actions. Célnes wouldn't be too pleased to know that strange wolves were wandering the heart of the territory, especially as she only recently gave birth. She was glad to leave the trio in temporary charge while dealing with the young.

"Two of them like quite like some cousins that passed away.. In honor I named them after them; Rohesia and Calhoun." She didn't mention the other reason for their names, like a retribution of sorts for sins that was carried.. A way that no name was suited otherwise, besides the destined ones. Then listed the long list of all their names, all eight that were given.

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#6
08-02-2021, 11:13 PM

Laying comfortably by the nook of her den, a gentle giant rested. The dim sunlight that shone upon this blessed day being caught up in the glow of newly-shined antlers. He flicked her ear at their conversation, choosing to keep to himself. The bull wasn't much of a talker, unlike the lot he regularly witnessed drinking from the Queen's air, and much more prefer standing by as an honourary guard of sorts.

Every now and then could they witness his brow move to survey the surrounding area. He already had a plethora of scents memorized by now, therefore, if anyone dared step a single inch into their territory, a threatening cry would cut through his mouth and he'd be on them like black mold on a shower curtain.
 
 


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#7
08-03-2021, 12:52 AM (This post was last modified: 08-03-2021, 12:52 AM by Meissa. Edited 1 time in total.)
Yay for timeline wiggles!


 She came to realize there was a stag nearby, resting by the den. Of course, she had seen him before, but hadn't actually paid too much attention. In a pack where deer and wolves mingled so easily, she often forgot the deer were there in the first place. Recognizing he was listening in, she would offer a dip of her head in greeting to the man - before turning her attention fully back to the queen.

 Meissa laughed softly, watching the little ones' antics. For being so fresh, they were quite active - even if they couldn't even see or probably even hear yet. An anxiety wiggled in her gut but she pushed it aside, listening eagerly as Celnes explained about the two cousins, giving a soft nod. Unlike many of the pack, she had no connection with the ancient family line. She was a complete stranger to the line so any rumors or truth about these two cousins was completely unknown to the soldier.

 “They are good names - strong - and they will grow to be strong,” she said, eyes glittering genuinely.

 Throughout the interaction, she made note of the way Celnes was interacting with both her and the children. Eight and they all looked healthy... and none looked quite like the child she had found. One theory out the window, though it was not at all beyond the realm of possibilities in this freaky place where wolves found themselves underwater and fell out of the sky. “There is,” she said, after a moment of thought, “One of the wolves in the Range, I met just today. In fact, he appeared out of the sky and fell before me - an Arrival I hadn't seen before but an Arrival for certain.”

 She swallowed, feeling nervous about her impending question. She tucked her chin, resting it upon her paws in subservience as she continued with her request, “I didn't want to bother you so soon after your birth with things like this... but he is barely three moons of age. I don't think he should be left to his own devices, even if there are other strangers nearby. If he were to stay in the Range... I beg you, let us take him in. I will care for him under my wing, perhaps he can stay with one of the Sawbones when I am on duty.”

 Oh, yes, something Celnes would definitely ask about. “He has no white on him, though ash and black is mixed in with his brown.” Perhaps if she rubbed some dirt on him, he'd look more brown.

 The knight spared a glance up at Celnes, remaining deeply bowed as she waited for the queen's response.

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#8
08-03-2021, 05:27 AM

cameo n phone post written at 1am

 ^^in lieu of being kicked in the face and some errant child scaling her back in the conquest of the chi-chi’s ; the young fawn would dabble in her empirical studies, like how mothers tongue would not soothe her as feverishly besides the times she did her lil’ dancey dance:



 exhibit a. the “pyt x twerkulator remix”

 or how the velvety yet brittle stuff didn’t give her anything like milk, or how trying to get away from all the trigger happy bladders and the real housewives of atlanta-type scrapping would get her drawn back towards celnes’ embonpoint.
 roundhouse kicking the nose bridge of whatever poor soul was nearest to her with her back foot Rohesia indignantly clambered above her kin who’d slighted her and suckled before clocking in for repose.^^

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#9
08-03-2021, 06:04 PM (This post was last modified: 08-03-2021, 06:14 PM by Célnes. Edited 1 time in total.)
She watched her one of her kids deciding to give a hardy kick to another, namely Vermillion, who then started a large amount of wailing. Even in death and within the new life, so the Queen assumes this child to be ; she was hardy as ever, dancing within her small attempts to simply move but rather in an annoyance of attacking the rest. Eight children, all fighting for the love of milk and the teat to find, she watched often as many tended to physically kick each other before wailing. She found herself often trying to tidily separate them, yet always ended up in the same pile, thirsting for one tit.. Except Maral, who had yet to make many noises, not even a full cry.

"A lost child?" Fiery eyes peered from the darkness of her den, taking focus away from her noisy pile. She could see the distinct antlers peer from the light, a smile to the newly guard of her children; Praise be the High Elk. Humming slightly, a glance to them all in a tidy form. Though at times where she was cold, even to watch a child long ago, be ready to perish under the hands of a venmous bite.. Alas, that white child had been saved by her mother and other family, then whisked away never to be seen. She wondered if that young one survived. Now that she personally had her own, there was a motherly touch to her ways, a slight being how what if. What if that was her own.

"Bring me them." Curiously enough, she wondered how this child so faired - though as no white to be, satisfactory on so, "if they were to become one of us; it is up to you to properly feed and hunt them," so she said after her order, a warning that with more to feed.. It was up to the royal guard to help supplement that. Célnes didn't doubt she would, as Meissa has been a grand help to the overall scheme, someone that she valued highly compared to the most holy of warriors.

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#10
08-05-2021, 01:30 AM
 Meissa was momentarily distracted by the dancing @Rohesia, her lips perking in amusement at the child absolutely demolishing its newborn siblings. But then she licked her lips and continued her prostration, looking up at the queen and watching as she watched her children. She nodded at the order, stepping back to right herself.

 “Yes, your Majesty - and of course.” She did not expect the pack to support an orphaned child who could not do anything for months but use their shelter and food, residing among their walls but who knew if they would truly be one of them.

 She was reminded suddenly of herself. A young Meissa, alone but for two allied pups, siblings and bonded to one another but not herself. They were placed at the mercy of strangers, a pack who had little to offer but isolation. She hoped that this child would not feel as she did, a burden for so many moons until her legs were long enough and her eyes bright enough to make use of herself. She stepped back, bowing her head again. “I will return shortly, then? Thank you.”

 Upon dismissal, she would turn and run towards the Range, dipping her head to the deer along the way before making haste so she would not leave the child nor Celnes alone for too long. She would bring him back to Celnes, if it meant carrying him and whatever stick he decided to cling to.


Exit? We could have a new thread or let Cel and @Vaskian chat for a bit here and then come back later in this thread?

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#11
08-05-2021, 06:04 PM
With dismissal of Meissa, she then would await for the child. A curiosity definitely set in for one so young, yet to be abandoned. Would their parents return for them? Surely now as a mother there was a reluctance to anyone who lost their kid to return them.. Do they deserve such generosity? Surely not, as Célnes felt a slight protection, especially to her own kids. With one so much energy she would tuck them close, waiting patiently.

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