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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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  • Writing is collaborative, and so is our supportive community
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it wasn't about me, it was only a stone in my shoe

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09-04-2022, 01:56 AM (This post was last modified: 09-07-2022, 03:21 AM by Daighre. Edited 2 times in total.)
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#2
Visionary
09-04-2022, 05:20 PM (This post was last modified: 09-04-2022, 05:21 PM by Madmortigan.)
 They were together, as was their preference.

 Daighre found the body. Madmortigan's head bowed, nose hovered over the undulating, milky worms of decay. His eyes shut. Deus es, et Deus iterum eris..

 The Harbinger sighed, visibly drawn, eyes downcast. “We must bury them.”

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#3
09-05-2022, 05:35 PM
He loitered.

Lingered.

Further behind than the old man. His hackles raised. His shoulders hunched and slouched. Curled, towards his ears. His head carried low.

The smell and stench of decay.

His quiet, reverent words.

‘We must bury them.’

“How.”

She was soft, and swollen, and slipping.

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#4
Misc Skill
09-05-2022, 05:48 PM (This post was last modified: 09-07-2022, 02:07 PM by Madmortigan. Edited 1 time in total.)
 “Carefully.”

 Without touching the sun-worn corpse, he started digging. Long limbs yanked at the reluctant earth, churning it as loose bits of debris plinked into the undergrowth behind. 

 He started panting.


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#5
09-05-2022, 05:58 PM (This post was last modified: 09-07-2022, 03:22 AM by Daighre. Edited 1 time in total.)
‘Carefully.’

He snorted.

Huffed.

Nervous. His right ear trailed back. He licked his lips. Watched, as the old man really did start fucking digging.



He helped.

Quiet, stronger, younger.

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#6
Misc Skill
09-05-2022, 09:58 PM (This post was last modified: 09-07-2022, 02:08 PM by Madmortigan. Edited 1 time in total.)
 He didn't stop at shallow. Saliva dripped gracelessly down his lolling tongue, side curled and limp. 

 When the hole deepened, the Harbinger relented at last. Bunching exhausted muscles, he faced the taunting, vertical shears of soil they'd so desperately carved. He sprang and didn't make it, hooking onto the side, scrabbling with flattened ears.


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#7
09-05-2022, 11:36 PM (This post was last modified: 09-07-2022, 05:20 AM by Daighre. Edited 8 times in total.)
The grave at its depth.

The old man in his peripheral. His fervour slowed at last.

He stopped.

Stumbled, when he stepped back, the grave wall at his back knocking at his hocks. Tired, with stiff, sore muscles. He panted. His chest heaved. His rib cage expanded, contracted, with every laboured breath. Perspiration, his tongue lolled, off coloured and dark.

He jumped.

And he made it.



The old man did not.



He stumbled in the sun. His back paw clipping, hitting, and sending a spray of dirt back down.

It was brighter, outside the hole. The late summer sun high overhead. He continued to pant. His chest continued to heave. He squinted, against the sun. And he stumbled back towards the hole. His front paws at its edge.

He bent.

Braced.

And grabbed and pulled him by the scruff.

Thick white fur and overheated skin, warm against his muzzle, his nose, his mouth.

He smelled like sweat, and body heat, and something warm and worn.

His breath, his heaving tongue, ghosted his ear, his neck, his jaw, the cross section where his shoulder met his chest.



She continued to rot.

A dead, dying, already dead girl, underneath the sun. Her grave at her side. Her pallbearers already there.

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#8
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#10
09-16-2022, 11:14 PM
 When the bile came, bubbling and acidic, he let it fizz against his teeth before swallowing the hot spit down. He would not dishonor her by being sick on her grave. 

 He trembled, wizened limbs shaking, prayers an inescapable echo in his head. 

 For a long while he was silent, standing there with a dumb and distant gaze. Then, at last. “Thank you, Daighre.”

 The Harbinger turned to him and moved, eating the distance until his nose brushed through the ruffled fur along his nape. 

 Aching to scorch the sickness, the flavor of death in his throat, he breathed in and ran his tongue along the blonde male's shoulders, tasting him instead.

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#12
09-18-2022, 03:46 PM
 Madmortigan took all of him in without flinching, his violet eyes bright, his gaze consuming.

 The space between them was no longer negative, it hummed, occupied and electric. 

 “Let's go home. He corrected gently, his gaze lowering before he stepped forward. “Join the order and stay with me.”

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#13
09-18-2022, 04:40 PM
He huffed.

His ears splayed back.

The outline and form of him, in his peripheral.

"Why."

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#14
09-18-2022, 04:43 PM
 “Because I want you to.” He replied, his voice rolling low, the last word a rumble. “Because I don't want you to leave.”

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#15
09-18-2022, 05:11 PM
He licked his lips.

Stared, forward, outward, at the horizon. The setting sun. Blue sky overturned and tinged with orange around its edges. A picture framed. The bottom bordered with the reaching outlines of trees, black against yellow, black against orange.

Branches all reaching for the sky.

His shoulders curled and furrowed.

“Whatever.”

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#16
09-18-2022, 07:39 PM
 It was not within his nature to be insecure - the divine often had a healthy confidence. So, he took Daighre's vague, monosyllabic answer for what he wanted it to mean. 

 Arching his head, he reached to tug playfully at one of those back-swiveled ears, urging it to unflatten with his tongue. Brushing him full-body as he passed, Madmortigan turned away from the impromptu graveyard towards home.

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#17
09-19-2022, 02:15 AM
He huffed.

Pulled and shook his ear away from his mouth and pressed his head against the bottom of his jaw, the curve and line of his throat, and against the black-white fur of his closest shoulder blade. His body dragged against his.

He nipped at his hip.

The beginning jut of his thigh.

Stood, while he walked past.

And he butted his head against the back of his thigh. His white fur thick and coarse against the side of his face. The side of his tail against the side of his face. His nose cold and damp against the jut of his hock.

The two of them stinking, reeking, of upturned dirt and rot and decay. The scent of the sun on their backs. The scent of fading sunlight woven through their fur.

They smelled like each other.



He followed him home.

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