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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.

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#1
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Discovery
10-20-2021, 12:58 PM (This post was last modified: 10-29-2021, 09:56 PM by Riannon. Edited 1 time in total.)
for @Tiberius before i forget again ♡

[narrow width=800]she walks these snows and often finds herself  ( again )  at the falls as by trance, staring at the half-frozen, furrowing, ever-folding rushes like staring the ferryman in the eye; like if she lingers too long she'd fear she'd have already followed him down. ...but she's never met him, then. not really. and even though for a rare moment the quiet here is uncomfortable and her moon jaw winds up into an uneasy crescent, the nightingale knows that discomfort can be good, and so she moves further into the secluded little hollow.

hvitske itself had become myriad thing to her; mystery and miracle, where all at once the little helcaraxë had sprouted up from his sleep and into her very arms ...only to simply vanish from her searching self altogether. perhaps it is why she regards these falls as some unsure omen; and while her few children may have returned, made her smile again, the evanescence of the gray child was something that has persisted like a deep bruise on her skin, spun from a heart so delicately refashioned and then shattered all over again before her next breath.

so much time she had spent like this: terribly alone with these unraveling thoughts, with only half of what she wanted, ached for and yet she thinks none of it might never be enough. would everything be enough, so that she would not lose it in some almighty's coin-flip once more? the sotaherra did not know, isn't entirely sure she wishes to know.

she could use a drink, though.
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#2
10-21-2021, 10:05 PM
^^

Outside of his usual duties and accompanying Reiko on her excursions, Tiberius had kept to himself. Well -- he had kept away from Reiko in a friend setting. The titan was holding onto his fury and his hurt quite tightly, thinking that perhaps he needed to pull away from the friendship and think only as a Samurai. Or some shit, he didn't fucking know alright, but he was all turned around and he didn't like it. Really, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted but like hell was he gonna bow his goddamn head to no one. It was just... he supposed he had thought them as better friends than what she had, in the end.

The titan lurked at the falls, finding their frozen presence almost calming in their enchanting state and honestly, he was working off his excess energy that went into overdrive as he went stir crazy with his inability to relax. His face and shoulder were healing nicely and given the fact he couldn't really see them, he knew the deep chunks of missing flesh were likely at the best stage of healing. Were they still harsh and glaringly red, he wondered?

Didn't matter, he supposed. The little medic had told him that Reiko had done an impressive job in her healing and in the end, he didn't care what they'd end up like. A man like him was never born to be pristine. Unlike the wolves that surrounded him, he thought, in all of their delicate untouched visages. A beast amongst the gods, was that fitting enough?

The titan's molten gaze drew over the frozen falls as he approached, snow and shards of ice crunching beneath his paw pads. He spied the woman he had seen all but one time, ethereal as per usual but seemingly away with the fairies. His tongue swept across his lips as he eyed her, a slight narrow to his lids as he wondered if he should disturb her or not. Fuck it, whatever -- she could walk away and ignore him if she wanted to, right?

"Lookin' fer somet', darlin'?" he drawled. ^^

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#3
Discovery
10-21-2021, 10:44 PM (This post was last modified: 10-29-2021, 09:58 PM by Riannon. Edited 2 times in total.)
[narrow width=800]in the end, the nightingale does not like what the water gives her; what she sees staring back with lashes drawn low and heavy with contempt: a face unscathed and a throat unwedmarked. she never asks herself how long it's been  —  the things that churn like this icemelt beneath rewoven fur is enough to let her know that it has been too long. too long since she felt something splice the film of her like winter cutting its way into the world; too long since she has felt reverential release and the spirits therein leaping out from beneath her skin to find their own, final peace. too long since she has been unmarred by this ...everything, and all its trials she has yet to face and it has made her edged; restlessness rabbiting in every fragment of her being and it is at the near-unrecognizable voice that kuunhekku turns from where she sits. sees who it is over a narrow shoulder.

for him, her smile is as sharp as ever.


"a story,"  she lends in kind, too simply; an errant muscle flickering across a wide cheekbone, leaves an itch that makes her squint right back at him. her argent eyes gleam, though, as she deigns not to rise this time the way she had once before; shamelessly taking in the deep gouging of shoulder and whatever it had been that had tugged at his face so fiercely. and then she looks through them and sees him ...and raises the dark arch of brows imploringly. invitingly.

but only if he wished her company again, of course. he could turn tail as much as she could call him all sorts of things that might help neither of them sleep tonight.

it was his choice, if he wanted to even approach her, though;
and thusly she gazes at the falls once more.
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#4
10-23-2021, 01:07 PM
^^

She was an expressive little thing, he had realised this from the first meeting yet despite still being expressive, it felt different. Her expressions were smaller, less vivid upon her pale features and Tiberius wondered why they seemed so stunted, in comparison. Still did she remind him of what the tales of fantasy, a creature not born of this world but had shifted its very being into the body of a wolf. Dainty and delicate but her smile was sharp, telling. As it had been before.

Tiberius tilted his head as she spun but two words, remaining as elegantly spoken as ever even for such a little amount of her vocals. His lip quirked as he offered her a slow shrug, "ain't think i's git any of those fer yah." The titan mused in a low rumble as he pressed forward, crunching the snow beneath his pads as he wondered if she would retreat from his approach. She had not last time, he reasoned, but still he was closer to a stranger than a friend. He was different this time, he reminded himself -- a beast in the presence of a fantasy. He thought her unlikely to care how disfigured one side of his face was now yet he still could not help but angle himself so that it was not the side she saw first and center.

"Yah still in tha Tundra, luv," Tiberius rumbled as he came to her, her petite form still one he tilted his head down to. He smirked in greeting, the expression settling on his features with ease as he watched her. "Wha' if yah give me a story instead?" He drawled lowly, his tail flicking slowly behind him.
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#5
10-23-2021, 02:12 PM
[narrow width=800]and there it was.

for the second time now, her insides fold over themselves, twisting into something so wretchedly tender and needling into her own unlovliness that the pause shared between them is disrupted as he purloins a harsh, half-blind breath from her that shivers out into the cold in way that she does not  ( nor will allow herself to. )  still: the thick gloss of her seasonal coat lifts to ridge along her spine while her tail furls about thin hips in absent regard. feels pressed down upon all sides and indignant for no other reason than the way he gives her his wicked grin all for show. ...it's the way that he'd looked at her prior, though, that has her momentarily absconding his own request in favor of snipping:


"don't you?pale lip curling against the cruel everything that clutched in places that had been too-tender, tarnished for too long and the lilt of her voice becomes edged, faux nonbelief.  "it is on your face. it is red. it is known.a smile of her own, now; jeweled and jaded, and while there is no warmth in the mocking of her voice, there is still some faint note of camaraderie behind the shrike-bite of sarcasm.  "you think that because i am unmarred, i am pure? that you should tender your words, so as to not bruise the skin of my honor?moves nearer, steps stiff, rigid;  cautionary, but it is not for her sake and she cannot help but laugh; dreadful and dead and dark and everything dear that she has ever been forsaken from and now she clucks her tongue; eyes him wryly, wornly:

"you know more than most how graceless we become when our own wars are to be had. i might have once liked featherbeds, and i might tell you a story of why that is no more. and i may not. but i will see your face. and you will show it to me."

a tremor arrows traitorously through a pale thigh.

"unless, of course, you think that i will faint?"[/narrow]

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#6
10-25-2021, 07:09 PM
^^

She still made him think that a part of her wasn't present, that it was away in some other world, living an entirely different life -- even as a good portion of her acted as if she were here. Tiberius didn't know how to take it, he didn't believe in magic -- even with the strange appearance he and others had made here -- but if he did, he thought she would definitely be infused with it.

The little fairy did not believe him, going on to talk of the red marring of his face and his shoulder and Tiberius tipped his chin to look at her through bunched up shoulders. There was something delicate and harsh about her all at once, something akin to a chip on her shoulder as she pressed on with both word and paws in the snow, crunching beneath her little toes. 

He stared at her as she spoke, questioning him to think her so pathetic and weak by her untouched appearance that she would not be able to stomach his stories. She ignited a simmering fury in his veins and a desire to see how long she could last in speaking to him in such a way that when she finished moving, closer to him now and telling him his face would be hers to peer upon.

The titan rumbled a laugh mixed with a growl as he stepped forward, doing as she had and broaching the personal space that the tundra offered vastly. His face shown to her then, full of disfiguring scars that he would not hide, out of spite and out of fury as he bore his teeth to her in a mocking smile, "ya talk ya venom in such a pretty way," he cooed, his tail whipping behind him as he eyed her.

Too many had pissed him off and though she was not one of those, she toed the line so tenderly. "When we met last, lil' fairy, did I make yah think yah were somet' ta underestimate?" because he could not recall it that way but did she? His tongue slithered out from behind his teeth to slowly roll over his lips, curling against the marred flesh before it flicked back behind it's teeth cage. "Yah angry, girl? Ya feelin' sum sort of way, huh?" Tiberius punctuated his words with his head coming closer to her until there was very little room for her to turn unless she stepped away.

"Go on, girl, tell me wha' tha fuck goin' on in tha' 'ead o'yours," he demanded, wondering why she wanted to know his story so bad or why she thought him to be such a backward man that he thought because she was little and pretty that demons did not plague her the way they plagued him. ^^

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#7
10-25-2021, 08:36 PM (This post was last modified: 10-25-2021, 09:27 PM by Riannon. Edited 2 times in total.)
[narrow width=800]"poison for your thoughts?she spits and snaps sweetly, savagely until a snarl is snagging into those ungentle lumine features. if he wanted a taste, he could very well damn try to take it himself
 
 
— and then he is rumbling a half-laugh, lumbers and lurches his way over to the little fairy that she supposedly was. she does not wait for him to reach her; does not wait for lesser than a heartbeat before she draws up short with him looming so large and everything all around her. words next spoken tattooing wardrum into her veins, and she takes in the way he seethes in the night of himself, restive and raw and she is aquiver with the strength of all she yet feels so horribly.

as he presses, pushes his way into her face she does not not hesitate to respond up in kind; shoving roughly the side of her creased snout along the terror that had rent him near open to the bone beneath. knew that he could kiss her bloody if he wanted to; bite her lips until they bruised plum and were made so pliant and hers press hard, hard into that dark, flayed cheekbone.


"no,"  hissing, husked; confessional to him and to more, that ever unspoken more. far from her to be divine like moonslight; but, gods, he is a ritual psalm and like it she cannot help but be drawn to those abyssal, darkened nooks of him. the lamplight of his eye. her voice sussurate, sacrificial:  "it would just devour you."

as would she, if he dared to vex her further.

she swallows and laughs, then, herself, though it is hard and barbed, dreamy and despondent around the mulled, mordant edges; the nightingale removes her mouth from his brutish face with a glittering gaze and a great, unfurling rounding of shoulders that allows him a glimpse of the unblushing, tender vulnerability of her throat.

the argent stares at him, shameless, and makes to lower her chin. simpering.

dimpling, even, if he squinted.
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#8
11-18-2021, 07:57 PM
^^

She wouldn't like his thoughts. She was content to spit her venom masked with sweetness, mixed with a snarl that told him she was looking for more than a gentle conversation. Their last encounter had been much less filled with fire and filled more with clouds, a softer atmosphere than the one created between them now. The titan wondered what had gotten up her ass for her to be filled with the desire to show him her bark, it only made him wonder if she wanted to show him her bite, too. "M'thoughts," Tiberius rumbled with a low laugh as he curled his lips to her, "ain't m'thoughts tha' tha problem righ' now, darlin'." 

The little fairy met his stance, moving her own form to meet him as he stepped to her and he wished he hadn't craned his neck to her. If she wanted to step to him, then Tiberius would have liked the satisfaction of her giving herself a neckache by trying to meet his gaze. Alas, he had fucked that when he had aimed to give as little space between them as he could as he spoke, spitting his own words in return to her own. He could, if he wanted to, paint her crimson. The titan thought that she must know that and she was unafraid, the thought making him wonder if she liked to be in the presence of someone that could do what he wanted, if he wanted to, and withstand the fight she would put up. Tiberius wasn't so ignorant to think that she couldn't hurt him, her size not being an overly large factor as to a battle -- though certainly there were advantages to being as big as he was -- but he was confident enough to think no matter the injuries she could decorate him with, it would be him standing victorious.

Perhaps that's what she wanted. Wanted to know that a beast stood before her and would not taint her in a way so many else would, if faced with the attitude she bled. Devour him? His disfigured lip quirked as he pushed his nose into her in challenge, "try me, lil' fairy." He rumbled lowly. He was confused, really, as to why she was burning so brightly in a fire of emotion that so clearly had been lit for her. Continuing to confuse him she laughed, one that told a tale of it not being funny at all and leaned away from him, her ethereal features turning soft as she looked at him with an expression he could not pinpoint.

Tiberius shifted, uncertain, not understanding her at all. She looked at him and he felt open, stuck, wondering why she was looking at him like that -- not that he could tell how she looked at him at all. "..Wha'?" He rumbled as he eyed her, molten gaze bright as he grew to wonder where the path they walked had turned. She seemed to know something he did not and it made his silvery brow furrow in thought. ^^

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#9
11-24-2021, 10:52 AM
[narrow width=800]if he wanted to, he could hurt her with how strong he is; how harsh and hard and worn as if by an entire age. he could.

so give her the beast.

but she draws what remains of her tarnished soul back into this tremoring body with each autumnwhite breath; the brimstone fury gone, leaving her so spent that bids the nightingale to  ( if he allows her to do so )  press her unshorn brow to his breast with such to feel the wardrum of his heart therein. weighed against him as each beat marches through the cathedral of her aching ribs and, ukko-willing  —  it takes every unwoven part of her to not go to her knees then. to part from him. to pass alongside that heavy shoulder with weary words of
  "i am tired,"   her lungs shivering past the spring of his ribs as she breathes,  "tired in the way that is beneath the bone."

i am torn from my truelove;
and i have found his fragments in you.


because all she can give him is that second truth, and not the one so nearer to the first ... for how would he  ( or anyone? )  here in this wherever-world choose that over the other? over the one that fell so easily on ears even as it stumbled and shook from revived, reluctant lips? no. this was as close as she'd teeter to that truth, and that one, and all the rest that she would not yet stare back into the abyss at. for now, it is the most she will ever admit to any here.

perhaps never again.

whether or not he decides to join her, she retires now to the glittering enclave that are the caverns of frost, of ice; stares out without seeing as the very thoughts he's made mention of only moments ago seem to almost breach her wan, lumine features. but then the glint in her gaze gutters, and the snowhite face shrouds despondent and distant once more.

and, gods ...she aches to rest against everything beyond the skin.
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#10
11-26-2021, 11:51 PM
^^

She was... she was a strange thing, he decided, though that didn't necessarily mean that it was a bad thing. She simply confused him, drew his brows with uncertainty as he couldn't help but be curious as to what truly was rattling around in her brain for her to be so ignited with a burning fire. Tiberius did not move away as she would move to rest her brow upon his darkened chest, though certainly he tilted his head to look at her curiously, what did she seek from him? He had nothing to offer, very little in fact that he was still wondering why Olive had remained in his company for so long for the day to end as it had. Tiberius was perhaps his own worst enemy but he was uncertain as to how to offer the fairy any comfort -- was it comfort she sought?

He drew his tongue along his disfigured lips as he wondered, confused and waiting to see what she would do next. He stood, bearing the little weight she held if she so desired to use him as a leaning post, to use him as her strength, her voice escaping her in a way that told him more than the statement ever could. Tired, exhausted, that's what she was and he furrowed his brow as she clarified and he could understand her words. He had felt tired for a time longer than what he had felt like he walked this earth, every day adding to the tiredness that did not necessarily ache in his muscles but in parts of him that were so beneath the bone they may as well be in his soul.

Tiberius had not drawn hatred from her from their first interaction, in fact finding her borderline pleasant to interact with but confusing still, a quality that did not wane as she drew from him then and sought out the comfort of the frosty cavern. The titan tilted his head as he stared after her, unable to move away as he fought the need to ensure that she was alright -- curse his fucking protective streak for wolves that had not earned his hatred -- and with a baited breath, the titan stepped after her. The life seemed to have been bled from her, her pale features wane from what he could see and Tiberius stood at the mouth of the enclave, unwilling to go further without invitation to enter what was likely her current home, her resting place.

"I ain't so good wit' words," he grunted as he rolled out his shoulders, molten gaze roving over the walls before they settled upon the little wolf. "But I's uh... I get it. Sometimes ya tired in a way that ain't even feelin' like is ya muscles," his brow creased as he huffed out a breath, discomfort at trying to do more for the woman lining his own bones. "Whaddya need, lil' fairy? C'mon, yah can use ya words. We both know yah good at it," the titan mused as he sought to see what else she would say, to see if there was anything that he could offer to help relieve her strain.

Was this who he had become? ^^

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#11
11-27-2021, 01:10 AM
[narrow width=800]what do you need?

once upon a time, she had never been one to need; never had been a wanting woman. not when the needs of her people had been at the forefront of her desires; especially not when she'd been wived by a warlord but, gods, his whelps had been what she had wanted and he had been what she had wanted, time and time again, even now, even here, wedmarks or no. she has love; she has nothing. she has his bairns, searches for them still but how is she to tell them the story, his stories, the make of everything he was  ( is, is )  if she cannot remember his name, if his face is always cast in dark shadow, formless, and the way his mouth felt at her brow?

what do you need?

she needs to row herself to what doom he calls her to; she needs to rise before he roams over and as she does there is something that fractures in her. her steps are less stiff stalking now and more stumble as she nears the jagged cliffs that his words catch upon and he could catch her, if he wanted to; catch her, like she wanted him to. if he does  ( she prays he does, please, please for the freedom in her can only flit so far )  she would go against him as gentle and good as wax. so far, she is toothless and tongueless, here, and perhaps at her most confusing. she's full of hiccups, now, and what she needs is to be held  —  and though her features remain as wan as ever there is a simple shame that flushes through her figure at such graceless gospel.

... but still she denies herself the hale haven of him; this sentinel that she feels so hallowed and unholy before and the heartbeat, the moment he might offer her that she feels so undeserving for.

pale lips wilted, eyes as gray and great as wobbly summer raindrops. breathless; questing always, always.

what do you need?

her voice is a wail, a whimper, a whisper when it finally returns to her, when she turns to him, wavering at his shoulder, so on the edge of escape and yet what she needs is ...


"this."[/narrow]
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#12
01-12-2022, 06:41 PM
^^

She surprises him. Perhaps that wasn't the word, but it wasn't confusion, either. He didn't know what it was. Something of her told him that amongst all the fantasy-like entrances that so many of them held when they came here, she wasn't from normalcy. Or at least, if he believed in reincarnation perhaps she wasn't entirely wolf. Tiberius just didn't know but it was the air about her, the way her eyes seemed to have lived so many different lives that told Tiberius there was more to her than this life. There was more to them all, the time before here but... he thought that perhaps there was more than more, for her.

The fairy wilted as she moved and Tiberius did not move out of the way of her body, instead using his titan form to protect hers from falling. He swallowed, uncertain, her body tired as she seemed boneless. Tiberius was not entirely good with emotions and he was even worse now, not truly understand the turmoil that seemed to be sweeping through her petite form yet it seemed she was feeling it all at once, her light dimming. His brow furrowed, taut and his molten gaze washed over her as she spoke, wailing, whimpering -- he didn't know but it sounded broken.

She sounded broken.

It was one word as she stood at his shoulder, inclining her head to look at him and he tilted his head, searching her. This she said and Tiberius grew even more confused; to stand with someone, did she mean? "C'mon," he encouraged, "settle yaself down on tha ground, darlin'. Git comfortable, yeah?" He didn't want to risk her tumbling over and hurting herself and truthfully -- he was a loss as to what to do to help. "Ya gonna 'ave ta tell me a bit more, darlin'. Ya need this?" The titan rumbled, nudging her with his nose as to try and get her to settle, if she'd like, "whaddya mean this?" Tiberius hummed, wondering if someone like Reiko or Olive might be of more help to her than he right now.

Yet she seemed fine in his company, so he supposed he wasn't doing too badly. ^^

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#13
01-14-2022, 10:12 PM
intimacy — it was what perched on her tongue but could not leave her lips. it was what she hoped the bear might offer, in way, even as said offer lifted the ridge of moonshed fur along her spine in uncertainty and in his own; disbelieving the very chance that it would be proferred to her when she very well couldn't get the damn word itself out. there was something like guilt that clung to her, as old as ensnaring cobwebs, when he calls her darling, when he calls her fairy; and even if such sweet names mean nothing to his expense, she teeters on the precipice of it all, suddenly feeling so very near to tears as big as summer raindrops that she cannot help ( or, can she? ) but look away from him and out into the frore-laden hinter that encompasses all.

did she deserve it?

many a time did she find herself waking amongst the nest of her children, strewn alongside the ever-errant figures of inarius, of eira. in those times, there was nowhere else that she'd know she'd rather be; held, home, with those who had decided to give their lives to running with her. here, though, where the only nest to be found was in that alcove of a stranger's shoulder and rib and hip ... perhaps it was good that her people were without a palantír, and that the godseye would not see her stoop to such lowly humble grounds so unbefittingly becoming for one of her station.

by his leave, the nightingale succumbs to her poor tired heart; rests her belly on the cold frozen dirt as she eventually nestles herself close to the sacred space he makes for her beside him; bumping up against him mothlike and only half-trembling, now. it takes her such a lengthy moment, too, but ... finally, finally, she manages:
"this ...a comfort. a ...closeness," cannot help but blush with shame; ears flickering away into her ruff as she looks anywhere but into his face. his eyes. "it has been ...a time."

how incredibly would he despise her, if she wanted to curl nearer? put her temple to his breast and one little paw over his own? how selfish would she seem? how selfish could she be — taking refuge in furs that were not home?

were not her husband's?

allsaints forsake me.

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