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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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you sang your songs without knowing the notes


Late Evening Snow
#1
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Entertainer
Frostchant
01-27-2022, 05:39 PM (This post was last modified: 01-27-2022, 05:51 PM by Eira. Edited 1 time in total.)
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Night had left him restless and prowling, blue eyes restlessly seeking although he didn't know what he was looking for. He'd resigned himself to Cloudrest and it's mysteries, found himself guided by the force he didn't know or understand. He missed Fiia, he missed his mother and father, he missed his siblings and the connection he'd had with them. The boy had felt more melancholy and had been more reclusive, but as he sang a low song Eira felt a touch closer to his family.

They were still out there, somewhere, and if he knew them at all he knew that he hadn't been forgotten. Whatever force had brought him here and had made this his home, he wasn't entirely abandoned or forgotten. His family was still there. As long as their blood ran in his veins, he felt safe and he felt whole. They made the pieces of him what he was. The songbird closed his eyes and let the snow lazily fall over him, singing a quiet song into the night.


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#2
01-30-2022, 11:07 PM
[narrow width=800]it is the present, where she is not; the smothering centuries-like heavyweight ever settled on her shoulders. but even the shifting is not enough, never enough. she ought to be somewhere else, she thinks; having gone on for so long unpoured into another, so long ungiven in confidence. her warlord's gods had brought her up from that redolent abyssal dark where she could see the desperation in her person and had ... left her there. here. there had been night in her soul, once upon a time, and from it she had been left with several stars; stars that the almighty flung out across the world as if they were mere silver pieces and not the precious tithes to all that she hadn't reaped and yet — only three remained to be retrieved.

if they still held her as mother and theirs and yearned to be found by her, of course.

she wakes to tears, inner creature stirring; feeling as primal as birth, newer than a fawn and the voice of her waking dream frightens her from the rumpled, many-child nest of furs, of down. so she goes; forsakes the pageant of every known and unknown thing that keeps her slumber fitful in favor for her mistveil. treks past the low and damp fairy wastes of toadstools and molded hinter; steps stilted in half-sleep, half-horror as she follows the answer to something she cannot name once more. but ...even if it is not what she seeks, it is only his song she finds.

the may queen withers against a great rooted ancient thing as she listens; a shiver rucking slow and solemn up her pale spine. dark lashes fall shut, snowmelt and shorn face and all, and for the present she says not a word.
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#3
Entertainer
01-30-2022, 11:40 PM
^^The soft sound of her steps were left drowned out but his crooning timbre, singing songs to the old gods and the stars themselves; his lovenotes whispered only to the cosmos. His eyes closed and the bear stood still, snow dusting his eyelashes and the cream of his pelt. Only when his song had finished did he turn to find her and was taken for a moment by the way she looked. It was something about her - she had always been otherworldly. Belonging to something else, to somewhere else, like he still felt too. “Jumalatar,” It was a soft murmur before he approached her.

His nose gently touched over her cheek, ghosting across the myriad of scars. Still he felt the vaguest notion of guilt, that he hadn't been there to protect her, that he hadn't been able to heal her, he didn't know. He knew no magic to take the scars from her body onto his own, he couldn't rewrite what they had been given. Those pages were already written. His songs were not enough to alter time itself or even fight against the space that separated them from the ones they loved and missed. “Oletko kunnossa?,” he expected to see her nestled in the warmth of her brood.

The night was cold, but he'd felt colder, still he made sure that where he stood blocked the wind from hitting her. It wasn't a conscious choice, but the natural orbit he felt around her; supplementing needs that she didn't vocalize, reacting to her before even being called to action. He offered her a gentle smile before he shook his coat out a bit, shaking loose the fine layer of snowflakes that had dotted him like the stars dotted the skies.


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#4
01-31-2022, 12:35 AM (This post was last modified: 01-31-2022, 12:39 AM by Riannon. Edited 2 times in total.)
[narrow width=800]her insides fold over themselves at what he calls her, what she doesn't ever think she's been called before; shifting so sweetly beneath her very skin that she cannot help the way her breath trembles up up up from her lungs, out of the decay of herself. becomes so frail and curled around the edges of herself at the soft press of rose, for the way it feels when he imprints her, everywhere — like when she went to him at sunrise, her blackberry darling @Asamir at her hocks and how he remedied them both as well as he could; blushingly grotesque and all half-eyeless. he's lucid, simmering hearthfire; but when she's nearly willed herself to reach for him, his holy touch is gone and she's left arching against a moment that is no longer there and looking back into his redfall face as if she might find an antidote therein.

no; no, she is not okay is what she wants to tell him but her throat's swollen shut with the song of him, moonbright eyes soft and gleaming and anguished. she scents the sanctum of him as the vestiges of his ballad settle into her blood. further, while she breathes in the spice of wilder things, unraveled things and presses herself back nymphlike against old dead bark, ambery cold sap with a gentle keen for him. thinks again of that time, where he wove some command into her all those moons ago with nothing more than poultice on his crooked, lifted lips and every consideration; how his skyvault eyes took in each ribby, spent peak and valley of her forgotten body first in care, in concern, and then ... then ...

she's avoided it.

but now, moons after — now she's only just registering how the absence of his warm strength has torn at her. even though he's never held her, the prospect of his heavy arms not wound 'round and 'round is bleak. although voiceless, her lips part on a wanting, blind little warble; and this time, she leans wholly for him.

she tries.
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#5
01-31-2022, 02:59 AM (This post was last modified: 01-31-2022, 04:31 AM by Eira. Edited 1 time in total.)
^^His gaze seeks hers - not in a challenge, no, never - in the need instead of her assurances. Assurances that she is okay, or that she needed something from him. She is almost unreadable, or he is unsure of what was spread across her pages. Although Eira is not a scryer, he has never been capable of divining the mysteries and trying to figure the hidden out to make it known. He has been a man who hears tales and remembers them, learns the songs of the people and the lands, but for all his ability to retain and remember, sometimes he misses what his eyes see right in front of them. Riannon is so hard to miss - she's been this guiding force since he had arrived literally in her lands. Like the moon, however, not the bright and blinding sun. The moon in its patience presence, ever there, taking the bright harsh light and making it softer, something mystic.

The quivering sound from her makes him yearn and he let out a soft sigh, this time touching her outright. His nose gently along her cheek, a tiny kiss on an exhalation. He can't smell anything on her that screams of danger, but then there was no scent when dreams warped and turned dangerous. He dared for a moment to lean into the sensation and indulge himself. Safe guarding her was different, reading her body and mind together, but dreams weren't things to make enemies of so much as understand them. Still he wanted to offer up his support and still give her comfort where he could. He nuzzled against her, cheek to cheek, offering little more vocalizations than his exhale just beneath her ear.

It was then that he caught himself. Propriety made him turn a bit rigid, the step back and open his maw as if to apologize, he braced himself for the repercussions of his actions. His eyes closed tight and while he knew she might not have wanted him to be so bold, he found he had no regrets when it came to the feeling that touching her had given him.


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#6
01-31-2022, 03:48 AM (This post was last modified: 02-02-2022, 12:09 PM by Riannon. Edited 2 times in total.)
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the moon chases the sun, tale known and as old as anything; he leaves her with the wind and chill and a belly-deep beg tugs itself from her as much as it wrists her towards him, "e-ei; tule takaisin," stumbling through the snows, full-throatedly drawn to everything that was above and below and around him that made him; regularly low, lilting tones rising into a heartbreaking trill of "odota. o-odota," not knowing what it is she pleads for but, vellamo, let her move this mountain of a man. ensnared, awash in sunset sky; he is more patient than she deserves, and perhaps he might loathe her for the way she reaches for him with the desperate sting of tears on the cusp of dark lashes but she prays that he will let such a hideous thing as her try anyway.

she's never stopped aching — not ever, and certainly not now; not when the hot press of his mouth had given her such wobbly knees, had sent away all thought from her florid head; lumine figure aquiver with soft, diaphanous throbs, disbelief at her own trembling. fallen so far from herself but ever more faraway now than ever; mumbling into the swath of his breast, bruising her brow against the great muscle straining just beneath. holds herself against him; the length of moonshed spine entirely vulnerable to more than the slow, languid snowfall.
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#7
01-31-2022, 05:11 AM
^^He had braced for the bitter snap of her teeth or the bite of her words, instead, her voice cut through the night and everything seemed somehow to shatter in that moment. It was like ice cracking, fractures and then pieces falling away. It didn't happen all at the same time like what might have been expected. It instead rippled and his posture relaxed as his brain and body tried to work in tandem. It took awhile. Eira.exe needed to reboot, apparently. He was only able to tilt his head at her, confusion in his eyes - how could he suggest that he deserved her at all? Even if he was only partaking in her comforts right then. It wasn't the same. It still wasn't. He wasn't enough when she was so divine. He was too lowly.

How could he deny her? When he wanted, too, but found himself the lesser being quaking before the benevolent deity. Before he had time to process his body had started to move and this time he didn't try and second guess himself. He pressed back against her, nuzzling against her face again, but this time he let it blossom fully. He rubbed his snout against her cheek and then into the ruff of her coat, taking the measure of her scent - aware of a strange male's scent on her. He let out a low sound, possessive, questioning - before he regained himself and was instead focused on the gift that was the moment. Why focus on what she'd done days before when it came to right then?

“Minun siunattu,” He said it softly, and had yet to pull back even to meet her eyes. As long as he was allowed to indulge in this moment, he'd take what he was given freely. It felt stolen almost, and if he was to be called a thief for it he'd carry the mantle proudly.

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#8
01-31-2022, 06:29 AM (This post was last modified: 01-31-2022, 06:36 AM by Riannon. Edited 1 time in total.)
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she flourishes beneath the endearment her rose murmurs into her snowhite crown; the promise heard in the meeting of rumbled consonants and wistful vowels upon the tongue she had rendered mute, however momentarily. he fashions her into something sidereal and soft and almost shy; shorn lips parting above her swollen throat and yet her mouth only wisps at the fur of his heavy, high shoulder; too dazed to even try to voice him nearer. knows that it is not only fitful slumber that has strained her chords when she breathes devotional, undeserving, always undeserving and an airy, broken note of acknowledgement flutters from her at his low rumbling — thin hips twitching up in response to his evident chagrin alone.

the nightingale crescents entirely against his resplendent, rough-hewn figure; hears the steady, sure wardrum beat of his heart through the solid stonewall of muscles gentled by what she hopes is her; thawed for now, for however long from cold regality. she's gone to gossamer against him, hushed, thin ears aflicker; argent eyes sew shut when her rump lifts in timid obscenity once more. voiceless to how he yields, how he sanctifies her, worshipper prayer-pale. thawing her so immeasurably, so irrevocably and thoroughly that she rocks herself up against his great ribs with a soft quavering cry.

feathers the porcelain of her ruined, fractured cheek against the vestal flame of him; tremulous, near to tears for the divide he rifts within her. he is only in her veins — but it is enough to have her mute, pressing delicate fluted collarbones to the lock of thigh and hip, open mouth roving along his mighty thigh with whisper-thin shuddery moans.

he must be wrong, an untruth, for is she not a blighted thing?
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#9
02-01-2022, 10:02 PM
^^Eira's blue eyes shifted along the curve of her spine to the slight shift of her hips and for a moment he didn't believe what he saw. Had he seen it? SUrely he'd imagined it. The thoughts of a fanciful mind. He has always been capable of spinning stories, whether they were of his benefit or not. A soft humming sound leaves him, an attempt at seeming casual and not nervous instead. He'd sing her ballads, write her sonnets - anything in the world that it took to please her. He'd never been known as a dancer, however, but when she stepped against him and he felt her shift with a purpose. His teeth worked against her flesh - teasing the fur along her spine, licking a swatch to savor the taste of her skin.

He lets out a sigh, it sounds heavy and full of peace.

Briefly, he focused on her face again, stepping back to view her fully beneath the light of the moon. Nearby their packmates slept, and yet, the night seemed to only be theirs. The questions of his youth seemed less important right then. He nuzzled against her again, tucking his snout under her chin - he didn't lift her head at all, not right then, but instead he let her rest. He showed his support, he promised to take her burdens, letting her just be in any fashion that she wanted or needed to. He teased along her neck, turning and letting his teeth rake through the fur at her cheek. He just wanted to touch more but surely there was someone more deserving than he.


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#10
02-02-2022, 12:59 AM
[narrow width=800]inconsolably endeared to her — that's how he is, when he nibbles along the bleak hedging hide down her spine, breathing warm into the shivery, sensitive skin beneath with gentle blunts of wanting teeth. how he nudges himself beneath her chin, dusting the tip of his flaring nose along her moon jaw; carving ardently, devastatingly over the bruised apple of her cheek. it's something that she can't help but flinch from with a furrow in her brow, lips parting on a heavy, stuttering pant that tapers into a tattered, cobwebbed sigh as she melts waxen beneath the simmer of him; rests her lumine, long bones against the male gleaming and dripping in storied spoils. everything a northern girl likes to build her nest with.

petaling his devoted mouth along the unsettled, untended territory of her; seeking to fervently sow what service he deemed necessary into the sightlessness of her private suffering. winds his way up the high briared, broke-heart walls, brings a bloom, or two, and it is so ritual that the revenant truly does weep now; shaken awake from lost burning numbness, a great soul-borne sob that rocks her against his unerring graces. lies her limp like the give of parchment weighed by the spread of water paint.

let them linger here, for as long either dare;
right where she remains for now earthbound.

let them see.
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#11
Counsellor
02-19-2022, 09:00 AM
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She was soft and silken, no jagged edges in her to cut himself on. The ribbon that puddled, it did not crumble, it did not break - and he held her tenderly through it. He murmured into her ears, the soft encouragement for her to breathe and to let it out. He never rushed her, he never tried to shush her. His parents had made sure that in their children there was a capability to actually feel. Ceallach especially had struggled greatly with his anger. Anger could leave great sorrow and the lasting impressions and wounds you couldn't see anymore. He had seen Ceallach trying hard to heal himself from the wounds left by his childhood.

It made it different for the bard, and while he wasn't grateful for seeing his father's pain, but, it had helped him to learn how to deal with sorrow. He was gentle and nuzzled into her, wanting desperately to wrap himself around her. “Ria,” He whispered it into her fur, daring even to call her something far more intimate than her title. It was an overstep and he hoped not to be rebuked for it - but if she wished to turn to anger, he would understand. He would bare it. He would.

For her - anything.


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