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 taste of young blood

Evening Fog
11-04-2022, 12:08 AM (This post was last modified: 11-04-2022, 12:50 AM by Krueger. Edited 2 times in total.)

 The dense fog shrouded the inner depths of the Reach to the outsiders, keeping all their secrets and dirty misdoings out of the public eye. Maybe it was some mystical force in the sky, all those believers in a god-given faith, as if the world was that kind, that kept them hidden. So their precious little followers wouldn't be introduced to the foul ways of primal instinct, a way before words. A way that relied on gluttony, lust, and greed. Or maybe it was the sheer will of his the boogeyman, finding the creepiest place he could to claim as hell's doorstep. Either way, it worked. Hidden in plain sight by an overlay of thick air. 

 The nightmare was on the prowl for unsecure turkey nests. A hunger boiled in the bottom of his stomach. So, what better way to fill his tummy with the juicy innards of fetal matter? Mothers left every so often to stalk off and find food — or investigate a funny, intruding noise. Birds were so stupid. A rock tossed in the distance, and they'd get so curious, restless in their nests, that they thought it'd be okay to hurry off, scraping some dead leaves over the eggs, thinking that'd be enough till they returned. Little did they know Krueger was not some puny threat, no. Well, maybe he was a threat to the hens if they caught him, but he was more interested in their unborn offspring. Devouring as much as he could until he was drunk of the feeling of being stuffed full of food. 

 Slinking closer and closer, the boy could practically taste the yolk on his tongue, diving forward and digging at the base of a tree. There was rustling in the distance, and he didn't know if it was the hen coming back or someone about to jump his scheme. So rather quickly, he shoved three eggs into his mouth, his maw misshapen with the large eggs taking about every inch of spare room, before he shuffled backwards, ready to make his quick escape if it was the hen. And if it were someone else, he'd offer them a scowl — which would look quite funny through a mouthful of eggs. 

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