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, though the game also rewards high activity
  • The setting and plot are member-created and staff-supported
  • Writing is collaborative, and so is our supportive community
  • The game is continuously improved to increase fun and decrease stress

Learn more in our Guidebook!

The House That Ran Red

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It smelled like piss, shit, blood, and fox. It smelled like overturned earth, the soil still cool and damp.

His hackles rankled.

His ears folded back.

And he huffed. His leg twitched.

The grass rustled, blown by the breeze, and the sun overhead set.

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 He notices a blond-colored wolf some distance away and rises into a sitting position. 

 “Care for a bite?” He asks, muzzle tipped down to the freshly dispatched kit.

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His ears folded back, tighter, against the back of his head, and the corner of his lip twitched. Threatened, to raise and peel.

“No.” He huffed.

There were better things to fucking eat, things better than random fucking baby foxes.

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 Madmortigan finishes the fox pup, pink flashing as he swipes his tongue over his jaw. 

 The stranger is all grumbled answers and flattened ears. The Harbinger's posture remains relaxed. “Passing through or do you call this home?”

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The last of the baby foxes disappeared.

A loud, small, fuzzy thing, dark and soft with grey—almost black—down. Its body now a flash of pink. Its small flesh rendered food, inside the pink of his mouth.

‘Passing through or do you call this home?’

His right ear twitched.

He licked his lips.

Shifted his weight where he stood.

“Passing through.” He grunted, finally. His voice low.

He watched him.

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 Reticent he remains - as if he is being charged per syllable. 

 “Have you traveled far? Do you know what lies elsewhere?” Vague, but Madmortigan had not yet learned how far this land stretched.

 How big is this new world, his world?

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Yeah, no.

Fuck this.

He was done. The moment gone and passed.

“Fuck if I know.” He grunted. His ear right splayed back.

And then—

“See you around, old man.” He barked.

He gave him a passing glance, when he shouldered past.

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