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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
  • The setting and plot are member-created and staff-supported
  • The game is continuously improved to increase fun and decrease stress

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#1
04-10-2023, 06:03 PM (This post was last modified: 05-03-2023, 04:47 AM by Stjörnuáti. Edited 2 times in total.)
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Deep within Mordfjall's reach sat a pristine picture of solitude and peace, one that had quickly become a favorite spot of his. The cool, crisp air; The clean, clear water. In a way, it reminded him of home though there had been no pretty, comforting scenes scenes such as this. There were always mountains surrounding the Haven, always peaks to scale and conquer, but this...

Stjornuati stood at the crest of a ledge, overlooking the lake and all that surrounded it. Tail flicking behind him, the Nord experienced only pleasure as he thought of staying here long term, of gathering those that would become their family and making this place their own once more. He knew that, eventually, his siblings would return to his side, but in their absence he would hold strong the grasp on the Watch, and those who would choose to join and follow him.
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#2
04-29-2023, 07:30 PM
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Deep within a frozen cave on Morðfjall's Southern slopes, one of its sons was returned. He woke there, rugged and unkempt, disorientated and frustrated. It pissed him off to no end that the Gods had watched him waste so much of his own time roaming, searching for his brothers' mountain, only for them to place him back on it when they tired of watching him go in circles.

From the hollow, Rökkvi stepped into the light. His champagne stare narrowed to it and he emitted a low rumble of annoyance. He had departed this place some time ago, having given in to a seasonal call, and upon his return he found it had done. A different land stood in its placed, claimed by wolves who were not his kin. Had Solpallur and the others disappeared with it? Had they been scattered?

On heavy paws, the ironborn began the search for his siblings - and happened across one of them rather swiftly.

The stareater stood on a cliffside, looking out over the land before them, and the brute emitted a low and growling note to attract attention.


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#3
04-30-2023, 05:20 AM
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Was he surprised that the gods made such playthings of them? Placing them here and there, as if they were mere pawns in some game that only the gods themselves could see the playing field of? No, not entirely. He had long struggled to understand their motives, their reasons for some of the things they did, that they oversaw. It was fair to say the thoughts of gods were beyond him, and though he trusted in the stars and in the call, he was skeptical of such overreaching powers at times.

Now was not one of those times.

Surprise controlled his maw as eyes found his blood brother. Of all things he expected this day, Rokkvi was not one of them, causing Stjornuati to be ever the more pleased. Paws found his way down quickly, quickstepping nimbly over terrain other wolves might have found treacherous. Forcefully, affectionately, the blonde knocked his head against his kin's, rumbling his own note of satisfaction.

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#4
04-30-2023, 09:07 AM
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Stjörnuáti shifted, and when the maroon of his stare rose to meet pale gold of Rökkvi's own, the ironborn lifted his chin. He stared across the distance between them with indifference, for he was unsure how his brother might react to his arrival. There was a rare beat of joy within him to see the stareater, one that did not quite make it to the surface, though perhaps if one were to look close enough they would see the fleeting upward twitch at a corner of his mouth.

The relationship between the af Stormskýli siblings had always been strained - up and down, hot and cold. A younger Rökkvi had been bitterly jealous of the camaraderie between his own littermate and Stjörnuáti, something he'd never truly been able to build among his kin. It was largely his own fault, he knew, for he was stubborn and oftentimes unpleasant to be around, yet still fate seemed to bring them together time and time again.

Stjörnuáti moved toward him, venturing closer and reaching to butt his crown roughly to the ironborn's own. He accepted the gesture and pressed his brow briefly to that of his sibling, before moving to express his own affection by delivering a sharp nip to his gilded throat.


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#5
05-01-2023, 03:07 AM (This post was last modified: 05-01-2023, 03:07 AM by Valk.)
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While the two had never resonated with one another as he and Solpallur had, Stjornuati was no less glad to see his littermate. The nip to his own throat was returned in kind with a rough mouth upon the darker male's ear and face, a low and amused sound accompanying the gestures. Stepping back, the gold crested male looked proudly at his brother, tail waving slowly behind him.

“You never were good about not making others wait on you,” He jested with a small grin, snaking his head forward to nip at the air between them again. “Have you been here or did you reawaken as well?” He would, of course, share his own tale with the rougish Rokkvi but he wanted to know of his brother's escapades first. While their relationship had always been somewhat tumultuous, Stjornuati held no less love for Rokkvi than he did any of his other siblings.

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#6
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05-06-2023, 06:26 AM (This post was last modified: 05-06-2023, 06:27 AM by Rökkvi. Edited 1 time in total.)
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The feeling was mutual: he had buried his bitterness, at least for a the time being. Having detected no hint of Solpallur's scent on the gilded brother's pelt, it was not possible to tell how his feelings would change should the suneater return. It was the way in which his full sibling and half sibling had forged such a bond that had riled Rökkvi to the point of losing control of his temper on so many occasions. Still, he loved them both fiercely. He simply wished he could've been a part of what they shared.

The contact was broken, and Rökkvi rose his pale gold eyes to look upon Stjörnuáti's face, his tail giving a low sweep as the latter clacked his teeth at the air between them. “I woke here,” he answered gruffly, lifting his chin to look beyond the other wolf's shoulder and upon the territory that stretched far below them. He'd seen much of it in the time they'd been apart, and felt some relief to be on familiar ground again. He glanced back, “when I returned from scouting last year, this mountain was gone. You were all gone.”

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#7
05-09-2023, 06:35 AM
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Stjornuati had never wanted to keep Rokkvi at arm's length; it had only ever been the male's jealousy and vitriol that had kept them at odds, something the pale Northern was more than happy to put behind them if his brother would do the same. He suspected that it would be easier, while Solpallur was "away", but time was the only one that could tell that tale.

He, too, had woken upon the mountain then. Curious that this world and its gods kept plucking them from their home and replacing them there as if they had never left. Curious and concerning. Hopefully, it would begin to happen with less frequency this time around. “Well, I am here now as is Mordfjall. It will not happen again.” As if he could promise such things. Perhaps he could.

“We will rebuild. Already, there are those that follow.” His head turned, looking down the way across the mountain's slopes. “Build it with me, brother.” The next Stormhaven Keep, the next Rivenspire. What they would build here would be greater than all of it put together.

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#8
06-18-2023, 06:59 AM (This post was last modified: 06-19-2023, 03:49 AM by Valk. Edited 1 time in total. Edit Reason: missing a small tag <3 )
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They would rebuild, he said. Rökkvi emitted a soft huff. Hiw many times had they done so? How many times gad they lost each other and regrouped, only to repeat the cycle? They were not young anymore, and he was tired. The golden-eyed brute looked toward his sibling and stared at him for a time, trying to decipher if he was truly serious about gathering once more to reform their keep.

Hrafnsvaktin had thrived there once before, on the very peaks they'd found themselves again. Rökkvi had seethed throughout most of his time there, bitter and jealous - he couldn't help but wonder if things would be any different for him.

“What of Solpallur?” there'd been no sniff of he or their sister that he'd been able to locate on Stjörnuáti's furs, “and Valmúa?”

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#9
06-19-2023, 05:30 AM
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There was a moment, perhaps several, where Stjörnuáti thought that Rökkvi would turn him down, or even enthusiastically agree; what he did not expect was for Rökkvi to entirely ignore the prospect of leading with him. A frown would shape his maw, maroon eyes moving to his brother with a puzzled, perhaps even slightly frustrated look. “They are not here.” It was obvious, was it not? Their scents did not lace the lands, did not mark their borders or their dens; was this a question to wound him? To say that he could not lead without them? To say that he was nothing without them?

The emotion in his eyes receded, as his very emotions did, retuning him to the icy man of the North that he was, deep down in his heart. “If you do not wish to lead, you need only tell me. I will manage.” As I always have. For it was his way; He had learned from a young age to be content in solitude, enjoy it even. Now, he supposed, it would be no different. The few that followed him so far were here, of course, but there was a difference in their presence and that of his siblings.

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#10
07-12-2023, 06:50 AM (This post was last modified: 07-12-2023, 07:11 AM by Rökkvi. Edited 1 time in total.)
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He had not refused, but his regard for their siblings foremost seemed to have darkened Stjörnuáti's features. Rökkvi felt his brow furrow, and he exhaled. He felt his question valid. What of them? if they returned, was he to be cast aside?

He'd only just woken, and while he'd been unable to detect the scents of his brother or sister woven among the gilded tendrils of Stjörnuáti's pelage, they could've been off scouting for all he knew. Confirmation came that they were not present, and the ironborn twitched a whisker as he concluded: “I will stand with you, brother.”
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#11
07-22-2023, 12:33 AM
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He huffed, aware that his own defensiveness and stewing thoughts about their siblings and the mountain and their home and everything in between. Ég biðst afsökunar, bróðir. Ég hef verið... á brúninni. The pale Northerner closed the distance between them again, shoving the crown of his head against Rökkvi's shoulder. A sigh left him as he straightened, eyes looking to the lake and everything beyond it, searching for the words.

Reiði mín beindist að þér á ósanngjarnan hátt. Stjörnuáti had no issues admitting when he was wrong, least of all to his blood-brother. The two had always butted heads a bit, but in this, the stareater knew that the ironborn had done nothing to deserve such hostility, verbal or otherwise. Fjarvera þeirra liggur þungt á mér. Ég veit að þeir munu snúa aftur, en mér líkar ekki tvíræðni þessara guða, né hvernig þeir koma fram við lífið undir þeim.

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