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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, though the game also rewards high activity
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Evening Fog
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The day was nearing its completion, and the sun thrust out its dusky oranges and pinks streaking across the sky. Olive, who had never considered herself a mountaineer, or had any inclination towards mountains or the tundra in any large ways, sat atop one of the peaks of middling size; it was just one of many amongst her vale, and she had found herself climbing and traversing a different one each evening, in the hopes of bettering knowing her home and fully dedicating herself to the land she now protected. Seeing endless sunsets shine out across her land was simply a joyful byproduct of such desire.
 
Olive was also motivated to make great use of this ‘middle’ part of her pregnancy, caught between the early nausea and the later lethargy. It was in these moments, that Olive felt the quality that she had extolled to Riannon some moons ago, when they discussed the essence of motherhood and where a mother’s energy was best laid. Olive felt the Goddess run through her, as if she were growing orbs of golden light within her belly; she was the very opposite of distracted. The woman felt whole and purposeful and worthy of this large role she played in the continuation of wolf-kind.
 
But now, something was different, and had changed in the best way — and it was not only within her, but within the pups themselves. Her experience had told her to expect such quickening as her condition progressed, but the midwife hadn’t expected how the beginning of their movements felt a lot like bubbles in ones’ belly, and she wondered for how long she had been missing these sensations, writing them off as the inner workings of her own body. But now she knew, and she delighted in ever instance, feeling as if it were the best kept secret that existed only between her and her children.
 
Not even their own father could feel such a thing.
 
With the last point heavy on her mind, the priestess descend that night’s precipice and in the waning light, meandered to find @Tiberius. He perplexed her in a most wonderful way; so deliciously complicated that it took significant effort to figure him out, and catch a glimpse of what existed beneath his scarred exterior. Olive had no idea how Tiberius felt about fatherhood other than an extreme dedication to preserving the sanctity of their home, but this was one (of many things) that she was thrilled to explore with him, and she fully expected to come out on the other side with a more solid union.
 
Catching his scent on the lowly evening wind, she moved off of her original course to pursue it.
“Oh Tiberius, darling~ ” she sang as she pranced after him, imagining that every shadow would transform into the hulking figure that she so longer to see.

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Much like he always did, the titan had a schedule. Morning, noon and evening would he patrol to ensure that there was nothing lurking in the distances around their claim, marking his scent as he went though he had taken to doing a late night patrol too if he could not sleep -- though truthfully, sleep did not come to him all that often anyway. Night had not fallen yet, not deeply and thus he was on his evening patrol when he heard the sound of his Angel calling through the Vale.

He had not been far from her, his ears twitching as he cast his head over his shoulder as his molten gaze sought her out through the thick trees. Tiberius' mind continued to run a million miles a minute with every second that ticked by through Olive's pregnancy, his worry lining his heart and trying to keep the lands safe whilst not getting himself killed.

The titan could not allow his children to grow as he did, without his father, dead before he had even been born. It was a tricky place to be in as he threw himself with his entire heart into keeping Duskguard in tip top shape yet wanting to be cautious enough where he did not go into something he could not survive. Thankfully little danger had been at their borders, keeping him and everyone else at ease.

Tiberius would finish marking the land he had come to before he would turn around, one last look into the distance before he moved through the trees in search of Olive. It did not take long to find her, his whimsical woman trailing him and it gave him a pause as it always did when his gaze landed upon her. It trailed over her delicate features, her eyes of green, venturing down her neck and her shoulder as it landed upon her swelling sides where their children grew and like every time it left him a little bit breathless.

"Angel," he rumbled as he drew near, inclining his head towards her as he swept his tongue between her ears, kissing her crown as he breathed her in.

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As she glided down the heights and deeper into the vale, her gaze slipped from the horizon to the earth that lay in her pathway, a foot or two in front of her toes. She gazed at all the rocks that passed underfoot, and when she perceived a larger shift in elevation, she would traverse it with a skip or hop, all in the same moment. It was nice and methodical, and felt good for her to create such a metronome with her body. The only thing that could rouse her from her canter was the smokey downturn of the Chieftain’s voice, like gravel that rolled in his throat.

“Angel,” came his greeting, and there he was, as if summoned by a spell — but what were monikers, if not that exactly?

She paused to allow his rakish gaze fall all over her, as if she was caught in a warm rain shower of his attention. She even feigned not seeing him for a moment, glancing over that way and just beyond, sticking out her nose to advertise the delicate curve of her neck. Then she finally glanced at him, eyes widening in mock-surprise before her expression melted into something more honest: a deep pleasure to see him, and to once again share his space.

The slight woman, too, used the distance between them to fully observe the entire sight of him. All parts of Tiberius were intimately familiar. She was pleased to see how he was whole, and exactly as he always was; just as he was pleased to see how she grew and changed… a perfect representation of the delicate dance of the divine masculine and feminine. Always a duality, and ever-unable to exist without the other.

It was then that Olive was reminded why she had sought him out in that particular moment. She was also softly reminded about how amazing it was, the connection between her as a vessel, and the pups as they grew within. As her own heartbeat quickened at the sight of her shadowlove, so did that of her puppies. They squirmed and moved about, reacting instantaneously to the fluctuations of her own body, inspiring a beaming smile that gave the titan notice that there was something larger at play.

The skip entirely still in her step, the sylph flitted closer to Tiberius’s proximity, determined to keep them moving purely with the thrill that shot through her own heart. She clasped herself to his side.
“Can you feel it, my love?” she asked him, her voice dazzling with incredulity. He was not a Godly man, but it was impossible to deny that magic that sparked life, and animated itself within her now. “Can you feel how they dance?”

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If this was the last memory he had, Tiberius would think there no better. To have the woman he so loved and desired as the last person he might see would be an honour, though he did not come knocking at deaths door any time soon. The titan was determined to give his children the life he had been robbed of, the parents he had been robbed off -- the life had been robbed of. Yet... ultimately, he wouldn't have changed it, he supposed, because what happened and happened and here he was, at the paws of a woman so magical he thought he might be in the longest, most desirable dream of his life.

Save for some bumps. Shiroshika, his lost friendship, some despair sprinkled in there, some struggles -- aside from those, it was most certainly the best time of his life. Tiberius appreciated her where she stood, basking in all that was Olive and finding that when she looked to him, his world was right. To him she came, draping her side to his with her words lighting a fire within his belly and then he -- then he did, he realised. Dance they were, he realised, feeling them kick and wriggle against her and ultimately, him.

Tiberius swallowed thickly as his own heartbeat became loud in his ears, his head tilting down to cast his molten gaze between them where their fur and flesh touched -- her swollen side flush against him. He had known he felt love and affection for the woman, the only one to really see him and love him and truly, he had thought it might stop there, that only she could be what his broken heart desired yet as he felt the children they had created between them, together, wriggle with life against him, in her -- Tiberius knew then that his love knew no bounds.

He would love them so fiercely, just as he loved their mother. The titan lifted his gaze from between them to cast his emotional stare to Olive, his tongue sweeping out as he leaned down to kiss her crown, "marry me," he rasped to her, breathing her in and feeling bold as he asked her.

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The man fell silent, and so did the woman, as they felt the sensations that twisted between them. It was strange, feeling something within her body that existed on its own and had its own autonomy even within the confines of her barrier; it was something akin to her heart-beat or her breath-rhythm, pulsing ever-onwards, only vaguely controlled by her own inner processes — certainly the pups were excitable, but she could not start nor stop their existence by thoughts alone. After her tryst with the man at her side, the entire process was taken entirely out of their hands, and it now lay with the Gods. How many there were, who they were, what they were meant to achieve in this world; it was a song written and conducted by invisible hands, the same hands that composed her own life, and kept her heart-beat beating, and her breath-rhythm flowing. In, and out.
 
In, and out.
 
Then he said the words that Olive didn’t know she longed to hear. The matter of marriage wasn’t on the forefront of her mind often, as she much considered it a formality and legality, which the bounds of their relationship couldn’t possibly abide by. Still, after attending the joyful ceremony for Amaranth and Valeska, and communing with Northfall about their war, Olive was quickly learning just how important formalities could be. It was the line that bound beasts to order, instead of chaos. It provided a standard measure by which people learned to live, and understand life. If Tiberius wanted to marry her, that meant something, even if Olive didn’t consider it necessary for them to build a life together.
 
It wasn’t necessary, yet he wanted to take that step anyways.
That meant something to her.
She looked up at him.
 
She couldn’t help the way her eyes swam with sublimity, and how the puppies began to squirm even more fiercely, and how Tiberius didn’t ask her rather with a polite and gentle air; instead he captained her, and tethered her to a reality she was all-too-willing to buy into. The Gods weren’t always so obvious with their gifts, but here showed their hand here quite plainly. If he commanded her to marry him, then wed him she shall — and if he had somehow gotten down on one knee and asked a question and then left a silence for her to fill with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no,’ then she would have said yes a thousand times.

A deep place within her was tickled that Tiberius was a man of the former option.
 
But beneath the eternal satisfaction she felt at watching their relationship develop right before her eyes, there was a wave of uncertainty; not in the future, and not in Tiberius, but of herself.
“You have shown me love,” the sylph spoke finally, her voice threaded with the emotions that wove through her being. She gave him a kiss; a linger touch upon his cheek. “You have saved my life,” which she had never forgotten, even though they had healed and moved on from such a trauma. “You have blessed me with children,” or, rather, the desire to have children. She was a midwife by trade and by heart, but had never felt the impulse herself. Her freedom was too dear to her, and she had never met anyone she had wanted to be tied to in that way.
 
Olive bit her lip, eyes flicking downward, trying to prevent the wetness that was inevitable.
“You have given me a home to grow old and gray within,” which was yet another deeply held desire that she simply had not entertained before their fateful encounter in the tundra, essentially binding her to the snows forever. All of these things, huge achievements, given to her so easily by the dark titan. Looking at it in the face now, Olive couldn’t believe that she was worth all of this. She would, of course, give him the answer he already knew he would receive — a whole-hearted, teary-eyed ‘yes’ between a cascade of kisses — but first she had to ask:
 

“Why me, Tiberius?” she questioned softly, nervously, her voice and gaze lilting upwards to meet his own. “Why choose this fallible little vagabond to love so dearly…to build your life around?” This wasn’t something she was sad about, and she didn't sound sad about it; it was more of a jittery curiosity that fueled her now. As Olive saw it, she was simply as everyone else was: a mere mortal, bumbling through life as best she could, making dear mistakes at almost every impasse. Tiberius, however — he was a figure larger than life. After rousing an entire army to save her from her imprisonment, Olive very much believed he might actually be a god himself. At the very least, he was the type of soul that inspired endless legends and godlore.

Loving Tiberius came as naturally as breathing, but show could she possibly be enough for a man like him?

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