https://canismajor-rpg.com/ Wed, 15 Apr 2026 09:52:29 +0000 MyBB https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1819 Sat, 28 Feb 2026 21:34:40 -0800 Runar]]> https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1819
Out there were real problems with consequences that would fall squarely on his shoulders. In here, he could be free. Last night, he had seen her again, just out of reach and pulled away before his touch could reach. However, it gave him a newfound rush of hope, hope that she hadn't been pulled away from his grip forever.

That or the gods teased him in cruel ways.

Dark lids fluttered open to a now familiar moon nearly full in the sky, basking the mountain man in pale moonlight. She had been by the river before, and it was a wonder that Runar hadn't woken up devoured by the damn thing. His nose was mere inches away from the rolling current, though tonight the water lapped in peaceful rolls unlike the torrent that roared a night earlier.

Something pulled deep in his chest, a known desire that he needed to find her again before she slipped away completely. Raising his head, Runar would find his eyes lined up with the small dancing stars that floated around in a slow flicker once again. The last time he had seen them, she was there— each time they had been there greet him, and this time he turned to look expectantly, praying that this time his search would be easy. That he wouldn't awake with disappointment another night.]]>
Out there were real problems with consequences that would fall squarely on his shoulders. In here, he could be free. Last night, he had seen her again, just out of reach and pulled away before his touch could reach. However, it gave him a newfound rush of hope, hope that she hadn't been pulled away from his grip forever.

That or the gods teased him in cruel ways.

Dark lids fluttered open to a now familiar moon nearly full in the sky, basking the mountain man in pale moonlight. She had been by the river before, and it was a wonder that Runar hadn't woken up devoured by the damn thing. His nose was mere inches away from the rolling current, though tonight the water lapped in peaceful rolls unlike the torrent that roared a night earlier.

Something pulled deep in his chest, a known desire that he needed to find her again before she slipped away completely. Raising his head, Runar would find his eyes lined up with the small dancing stars that floated around in a slow flicker once again. The last time he had seen them, she was there— each time they had been there greet him, and this time he turned to look expectantly, praying that this time his search would be easy. That he wouldn't awake with disappointment another night.]]> 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=1796 Tue, 10 Feb 2026 22:17:13 -0800 Stjörnuáti]]> https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1796
Visions and dreams were how he had received his own name.

Still, that did not make any of this any less confusing. He had woken in a tangle of lavender and soft grass in a place that he did not know or recognize. Kajsa was absent, as was his children, and his mountain, and so Stjörnuáti did not panic. This was either a dream or another of the gods' jokes, though he was leaning towards dream with everything he saw. Or, thought... he saw. Something about this place was magic. He could feel it in his bones, in his soul.

Standing idly by had never been something he was good at, so on he walked, a feeling stirring within him that he could not quite quell.]]>
Visions and dreams were how he had received his own name.

Still, that did not make any of this any less confusing. He had woken in a tangle of lavender and soft grass in a place that he did not know or recognize. Kajsa was absent, as was his children, and his mountain, and so Stjörnuáti did not panic. This was either a dream or another of the gods' jokes, though he was leaning towards dream with everything he saw. Or, thought... he saw. Something about this place was magic. He could feel it in his bones, in his soul.

Standing idly by had never been something he was good at, so on he walked, a feeling stirring within him that he could not quite quell.]]> https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1784 Wed, 04 Feb 2026 22:43:28 -0800 Legend]]> https://canismajor-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1784
And— in the lime light of dissipated realities, the changeling fell into a land where the colors brightened into wildflower fields and separated forest trees.

Breathing, reminded of Khusobek and the running river. Here, the powdery scents of violets coated her. And in the face of a starlit sky, she could see the constellations of new life. Like the world had spun for her and the gods had gently placed their new soul in a demonic imp down into a land she’d never see. A brief piece of the heavens, where Olympus held their mighty men, where Ra communed among Zeus.

For a moment, she wondered if Death frowned upon her. If the escape of his grasp was tauntingly frustrating. If this time, life would not be crueler than it ever was as punishment. She ran the fields with laughter, petals erupting in her trail behind kicking feet. The imp’s laughter was airy, almost inaudible, flinging through the delicate colors below like a child who had been freed. A secret! A secret! That perhaps she had learned to like something new. It had been true before— that she had never seen flowers before being brought into Akashingo.

Squinty eyes, spire ears flopping around with quick head shakes and fawn like jumps. A silent mover, but a wild one. Wild hearted, no matter how broken. Oh, how broken.

Did Death know?]]>
And— in the lime light of dissipated realities, the changeling fell into a land where the colors brightened into wildflower fields and separated forest trees.

Breathing, reminded of Khusobek and the running river. Here, the powdery scents of violets coated her. And in the face of a starlit sky, she could see the constellations of new life. Like the world had spun for her and the gods had gently placed their new soul in a demonic imp down into a land she’d never see. A brief piece of the heavens, where Olympus held their mighty men, where Ra communed among Zeus.

For a moment, she wondered if Death frowned upon her. If the escape of his grasp was tauntingly frustrating. If this time, life would not be crueler than it ever was as punishment. She ran the fields with laughter, petals erupting in her trail behind kicking feet. The imp’s laughter was airy, almost inaudible, flinging through the delicate colors below like a child who had been freed. A secret! A secret! That perhaps she had learned to like something new. It had been true before— that she had never seen flowers before being brought into Akashingo.

Squinty eyes, spire ears flopping around with quick head shakes and fawn like jumps. A silent mover, but a wild one. Wild hearted, no matter how broken. Oh, how broken.

Did Death know?]]> 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.]]>