https://canismajor-rpg.com/ Sat, 27 Jun 2026 05:27:18 +0000 MyBB https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1817 Sat, 28 Feb 2026 16:35:56 -0800 Evergreen]]> https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1817 big, juicy, mouthwatering…

 fish.

 eve creeps his paws forward, flexes well equipped grippers that oughta be sloushing through the shallows of a creek—posed after the tastiest fish he’s ever damn near seen. (he’s in love, he thinks, the way it glistens with the reflection of the light. it’s by pure will alone that his stomach doesn’t echo the sentiment with rumbles.)

 in reality, he’s in this dream having a dream of his own. flexing paws in this flower field, unbeknownst to him, towards an unsuspecting subject—or maybe they do know? (are they amused, or are they about to bite him?)—with his eyes closed.

 his tongue is poked out just a bit, blepping, round face relaxed. short tail thumping behind him.]]> big, juicy, mouthwatering…

 fish.

 eve creeps his paws forward, flexes well equipped grippers that oughta be sloushing through the shallows of a creek—posed after the tastiest fish he’s ever damn near seen. (he’s in love, he thinks, the way it glistens with the reflection of the light. it’s by pure will alone that his stomach doesn’t echo the sentiment with rumbles.)

 in reality, he’s in this dream having a dream of his own. flexing paws in this flower field, unbeknownst to him, towards an unsuspecting subject—or maybe they do know? (are they amused, or are they about to bite him?)—with his eyes closed.

 his tongue is poked out just a bit, blepping, round face relaxed. short tail thumping behind him.]]> https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1811 Wed, 25 Feb 2026 14:26:11 -0800 Kore]]> https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1811 Kore had not gotten very far in terms of figuring out why she was here. In fact, beyond finding Nabs and her brother, she was still utterly clueless. The final piece of the puzzle appeared as though it would be found with Naomi, wherever she was — if she was.

She shuddered. To have gone through what they had only to be lost again felt like divine punishment for something Kore had forgotten she'd done.

Dreams were already hard to come by in this body, but when she did, it was not easy to make out shapes or context. Come morning, she'd only be left with feelings, not memories. Guilt was primary among them. For whatever reason, Kore's subconscious wanted her to suffer for something.

What she suffered for? Buried in her mind somewhere, along with the rest of it.

This time, she opened her eyes and did not find herself where she had laid down the night prior. The smell of her brother was but a ghost on the wind, and her surroundings felt blurry, as though they were bending the fabric of time itself.

Was she finally dreaming something she could remember?

Cautiously, Kore crept to the edge of a nearby pond. Lily pads were scattered haphazardly across the surface. Somewhere nearby, a frog croaked.

This place felt peaceful.

A haunting, bittersweet thought pricked at her eyes. Maybe this is where she would have gone had she died.

She wouldn't have minded it much. Kore bit the curve of her lip, reproachful. A bit more if she stayed in this form.

She leaned over the edge of the embankment, catching her reflection as it shimmered in the ripples.

Wide brown eyes fluttered back at her. A different face, but still very much ... her. Kore wondered when she'd get used to it. Maybe she never would.]]> Kore had not gotten very far in terms of figuring out why she was here. In fact, beyond finding Nabs and her brother, she was still utterly clueless. The final piece of the puzzle appeared as though it would be found with Naomi, wherever she was — if she was.

She shuddered. To have gone through what they had only to be lost again felt like divine punishment for something Kore had forgotten she'd done.

Dreams were already hard to come by in this body, but when she did, it was not easy to make out shapes or context. Come morning, she'd only be left with feelings, not memories. Guilt was primary among them. For whatever reason, Kore's subconscious wanted her to suffer for something.

What she suffered for? Buried in her mind somewhere, along with the rest of it.

This time, she opened her eyes and did not find herself where she had laid down the night prior. The smell of her brother was but a ghost on the wind, and her surroundings felt blurry, as though they were bending the fabric of time itself.

Was she finally dreaming something she could remember?

Cautiously, Kore crept to the edge of a nearby pond. Lily pads were scattered haphazardly across the surface. Somewhere nearby, a frog croaked.

This place felt peaceful.

A haunting, bittersweet thought pricked at her eyes. Maybe this is where she would have gone had she died.

She wouldn't have minded it much. Kore bit the curve of her lip, reproachful. A bit more if she stayed in this form.

She leaned over the edge of the embankment, catching her reflection as it shimmered in the ripples.

Wide brown eyes fluttered back at her. A different face, but still very much ... her. Kore wondered when she'd get used to it. Maybe she never would.]]> https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1797 Wed, 11 Feb 2026 22:46:38 -0800 Savan]]> https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1797
She had forgotten what it felt like, forgotten the warmth of the sun upon unburdened shoulders. Forgotten how pure and clean a deep breath could be when there was no shroud surrounding her.

Her eyes closed, head tilted up to the sun in reverent silence, Savan basked in the light, shadows dispelled from her furs and her psyche. This...

This felt nice,

this peace.]]>
She had forgotten what it felt like, forgotten the warmth of the sun upon unburdened shoulders. Forgotten how pure and clean a deep breath could be when there was no shroud surrounding her.

Her eyes closed, head tilted up to the sun in reverent silence, Savan basked in the light, shadows dispelled from her furs and her psyche. This...

This felt nice,

this peace.]]> https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1782 Wed, 04 Feb 2026 14:36:21 -0800 Vasiliya]]> https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1782 open to one only please!

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around her, it is quiet—a breeze brushes against her and it ought to be bizarre, considering she should be tucked in the crevice of her den on the edges of the summit. vaska stirs eventually, blinking amber eyes to a field of flowers. petals dance through the air, twirling with the whips of wind as it, too, ruffles her fur. forearms spread, her head lifts, and she scans the horizon, bewilderment clear upon her widened stance.

 everywhere around her smells strongly of fresh blossoms. with winter, and the devastation the realm had faced prior to it, this beauty seems like a dream. one that she does not remember falling asleep to, underneath the warm rays of the sun. it is reminiscent of bella vista, before. it lacks the mud, the oversaturated lake, and it is no vanderfell woods.

 her heart beats in her chest.

 funny, how recently she has been the one who encountered others that have freshly woke in the strange realm she’d found herself in nearly a year ago… and now finds herself in the same position. “bestefar?” — grandfather her voice is quiet, yet the underlying anxiety seeps through it, as she scans the horizon for red feathers.]]> open to one only please!

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around her, it is quiet—a breeze brushes against her and it ought to be bizarre, considering she should be tucked in the crevice of her den on the edges of the summit. vaska stirs eventually, blinking amber eyes to a field of flowers. petals dance through the air, twirling with the whips of wind as it, too, ruffles her fur. forearms spread, her head lifts, and she scans the horizon, bewilderment clear upon her widened stance.

 everywhere around her smells strongly of fresh blossoms. with winter, and the devastation the realm had faced prior to it, this beauty seems like a dream. one that she does not remember falling asleep to, underneath the warm rays of the sun. it is reminiscent of bella vista, before. it lacks the mud, the oversaturated lake, and it is no vanderfell woods.

 her heart beats in her chest.

 funny, how recently she has been the one who encountered others that have freshly woke in the strange realm she’d found herself in nearly a year ago… and now finds herself in the same position. “bestefar?” — grandfather her voice is quiet, yet the underlying anxiety seeps through it, as she scans the horizon for red feathers.]]>