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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Vows of favour


Evening Fog
#1
Group Only
Adventurer
Frostchant
10-31-2021, 06:59 PM (This post was last modified: 10-31-2021, 07:00 PM by Ragnar. Edited 1 time in total.)
Three days had come to pass since the returning of their disabled daughter, since the delivery of her corpse. The parents and siblings had buried their dead, had mourned their loss and yet sung praise of their place in Valhalla for their fight and their bravery.

Now Ragnar comes here, to those he called friend, in order to spread the news of what had come to pass. He hopes for @Riannon personally for she is all he knows but as he howls out, he calls for any of Frostchant who might hear him.
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*Ragnar frequently has black feathers woven into his scruff, curiosity of his good friend, Krakarak.
#2
10-31-2021, 07:30 PM (This post was last modified: 10-31-2021, 07:36 PM by Riannon. Edited 2 times in total.)
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staying vague since idk how ss border thread will turn out

it is the kinder road, to lose yourself; so the witchking had been gone only days, with no means to let herself wander aimless and all intention to return to the recovered cubs of her shadowlove. young still, in the glimpses she's managed to see of them as they come into their own around the vale, but ...growing. growing in a way she is not yet sure she might be able to bear; but the howl of northfall's chief rings in her bones like a bell, and she rises from where she'd been bent over her allsaints work. does not know that her son has been to the sea and back, and again, as she goes to the gold-gilt soturi; the proud raging hearth and head of his clan.

she greets him without words; opting instead to card a sharp shoulder along the solid strength of his own in pale regard. allies, she thinks, supposes  –  at least, they were the echo of it, insomuch as little they'd gone to intermingle their tribespeople with the other. it will be in due time, however; so the sotaherra pulls back to look into the blue of his eyes.

wonders, waits.
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( riannon speaks common with a thick romanian accent )
#3
Adventurer
11-01-2021, 01:15 AM
A silent temptress, the lithe woman, cloaked in snow and glacier eyes comes to him as though upon wisps of winter winds. A slender shoulder to brush along the length of his own mass. There is a grumbling under his breath as he watches her round him, his pale eyes locked to her. He cannot forget his coming here and her mythical air will not sway him long.

“I come with message of Northfall.” He speaks, gathering a seriousness to his tone as he reaches the ending of his sentence. “Our daughter, Ynness,” She might of remembered the cripple girl from her prior visit. “Has been slain by our enemies on the Sepulcher. Another of our girls quite injured...” Ragnar thinks now with the Dragonford Isles leader broken it would be time to strike, but Ragnar does not know how much more were in their ranks and did not know how much of their allies would be willing to fight to run them off.
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*Ragnar frequently has black feathers woven into his scruff, curiosity of his good friend, Krakarak.
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