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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then worries came to perch on us

#26
10-31-2022, 08:54 PM
 I don’t give a shit old man.

 “Clearly you do.” Madmortigan pressed, letting the purple bruise blacken.

 His head dipped, eyes searching. “You don’t want to be alone, Daighre. You’ve never wanted that.”

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#27
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10-31-2022, 10:30 PM (This post was last modified: 11-01-2022, 04:58 AM by Daighre. Edited 3 times in total.)
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“Fuck you.” He huffed.

His ears matted and pressed back against his head.

He was fucking tired of being told what to fucking do. He was fucking tired of everything he ever did, and everything he ever fucking felt, being fucking wrong.

And he was fucking tired of bending himself fucking backwards and twisting himself into knots for nothing at fucking all.

“Go back to fucking baby foxes, or whatever fucking bullshit you think is your fucking God-given duty.”

He was fucking done.

He understood now that he was in last fucking place in his fucking life. That everything and anything that had been fucking between them meant fucking nothing in fucking comparison to a fucking den of innocent, helpless, useless baby fucking foxes.

All he could fucking see was a feeble fucking old man that fucking thought killing small, innocent fucking shit made him fucking special.

It fucking didn’t.

It just made him a fucking loser old enough to fucking know better.

He could go and do whatever the fuck he wanted.

He was going the fuck to bed.



He slumped and laid on the ground.

His head on his forelegs.

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#28
11-05-2022, 06:29 PM
 Madmortigan and Daighre were beings of desire.

 The Harbinger asked for little - only everything. The companion asked for the one thing Madmortigan will never give: himself.

 With his mouth still copper-heavy he stared at the aftermath of a grenade pulled too soon. He sniffed, the pieces of their connection as ravaged as the child slain.

 He did care. He still cared.

 So he gave Daighre one small kindness and left.

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