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!

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Early Morning Partly Cloudy
11-14-2022, 01:51 AM
In his four short moons alive, Gorsekit had only ever known the Keep. Those walls protected him, protected them, gave them a place and a space to learn, to grow, to live unafraid of the world beyond them. Because surely there were things to fear, if his parents had chosen a place with walls to raise them.

But perhaps those walls had not been enough. He remembered how in places, they crumbled, even as the rest stood strong. Poetic, to someone older - but Gorsekit was still too young to piece these things together in any symbolic way.

WillowClan was gone, and Gorsekit would make himself a survivor.

Staying in the Keep seemed his best option, at least until he was a little bit older, a little bit stronger. Maybe, he thought, looking down and his still kitten paws, a little bit bigger, too. But he'd slipped from the Keep to the Watering Hole, and decided he might practice some non-existent fishing skills, keeping one ear open to the space behind him, and both eyes glancing regularly to the skies.
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11-15-2022, 05:09 AM
The black wolf wanders, feeling aimless, as she often does nowadays. Without vengeance she has hardly a purpose, and it's highly depressing, especially considering she still has no idea where the actual hell she is. 

But she thinks not of her frustration. She only seeks amusement, at this moment, and where better to find it than the open world? 

Trudging through the grass at the edges of the lake, she hardly bothers looking up until she's nearly stepping on a tiny. . .creature. It's brown and small and has four legs, and vaguely Angel remembers that it's called a cat. Her expression one of startled bemusement, she looks down at the animal.

"Hello, cat," she says, and then feels a little foolish at the thought that it might understand her. Surely if cats could understand wolves, they would have already become a staple of wolven life. 

She considers eating it, but that fur looks awfully loose. It would get caught between her teeth, and that's always annoying. 

So she'll see if it responds. She supposes if she has no revenge to seek, she might as well experiment.
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11-17-2022, 03:28 AM
He felt the vibration of footfalls through the loamy ground. When he turned, he was face to face with the weirdest creature Gorsekit had ever seen! Her smell reminded him a little of Winona. Sharp and something he wouldn't want to get in his fur. His nose crinkled and though mom or dad would have probably have made him run, the little kit stood his ground. Poised, as the other approached, and her shadow fell across him.

What was she planning to do, step on him?

He'd have hissed if she hadn't stopped to stare down at him, but she did, and he met her with a narrowed gaze. Her eyes were grey and colourless, like the sky when it rained. The rest of her wasn't anything happier to look at, though he did admire the gleam of her fur for at least the drag of a second.

"Hello, ma'am," he said, ever politely, "and what are you supposed to be?" Gorsekit curled his tail around his paws and let the sarcastic bite leak through the edges of his innocence.
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11-24-2022, 04:27 AM
ooc: I'm so sorry this is late! 

The black wolf looks down at the little cat, her tail flicking slightly behind her. When the cat speaks, her head tilts in surprise--that cats can speak is news to her. But it's interesting, so she neither walks away nor presents hostility.

"A monster," she tells him, her words both sarcastic and English-accented, "but you can call me Angel."

It's also surprising that he doesn't know what a wolf is, seeing as wolves are so abundant around these parts. Surely the little cat's parents would have educated him at least a little. . .a wolf could snap such a small cat in half with just one bite. Not that any dignified wolf would do such a thing. Cat fur sticks to the teeth. 

"Do you have a name?"

Perhaps cats don't even have names. She doubts that, though--a creature intelligent enough to talk would almost certainly be smart enough to be named.
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