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 Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 8:54 pm
This is a PRP between 'Swirly's The Prince "Walt" and my Wemitan  Where were all the women at? Good lord. Walt didn't mean to think like that but he was beginning to feel a bit put upon. He wanted to find his happily ever after and if he couldn't do that then he was going to throw a hissy fit. He was a prince. A handsome, magical prince. What prince couldn't find a princess? Was he just looking on the wrong side of this land? Except for one lovely princess he had just been running into male after male after male. Huffing, aggravated just a little bit with the world in general Walt didn't realize that he was about to walk into another Soquili. Thud! Making solid impact into the other soquili he blinked just a bit and almost felt himself wanting to accuse the other Soquili of attempting to hurt a prince. He had yet to adjust to the fact that he was no longer a prince here.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 8:58 pm
 Wemitan had a rather rude awakening when the strange stallion bumped into him. He did not fall, simply stumbled for a moment before fluttering a little to catch his balance. After a moment of being slightly disoriented, he looked the other Soquili over. " Oh... Well, hello, there." He raised a brow at the rather peculiar sight. The other stallion had wings similar to his, but everything else about him seemed so strange. He was especially interested in the male's trinkets, woven into a monstrous length of hair. Very strange, indeed. " Are you okay? I mean, we didn't exactly hit hard but you never can tell." He couldn't help but continue to look the other stallion over. This was certainly something he'd never encountered before.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 9:04 pm
Walt looked the stallion over that had purple and orange hair with a pink-hued body and almost wanted to turn and walk away without another word. Why exactly did it seem to be impossible for him to run into a lady? Where were all the ladies at? Focusing on the fact that he hadn't been paying attention and had nearly plowed over the other stallion he gave a short bow and straightened to his full height, "My apologies, the lack of focus is unforgivable. I am perfectly fine and I hope that I have not done you any damage. My name is Prince Walt, or Walt if you would rather.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 9:17 pm
Wemitan held in a chuckle. A prince? Well that was certainly a first! Without notice, the eyeball with wings who accompanied him wiggled its way out of the stallion's mane and flitted over to examine this prince. "Oh, hello, Prince Walt. My name is Wemitan. You can call me Wem if you'd like." He looked the stallion over again. "Are you from around here? I'm out and about quite a bit and neither I, nor Boo," he motioned to the creature circling the prince, "recall ever seeing you around here. Sorry to pry, but new faces don't show up a whole lot, it seems." He examined the trinkets in his hair, and wondered how they'd all gotten in there. He couldn't imagine a two-legger having the patience to do all that! But what was the alternative?
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 12:56 pm
When push came to shove it was not Walt's nature to be unkind to the peasants that spoke with him, so he cleared his throat and fidgeted around to make sure that nothing was pulling in his hair. "Wem, eh? It's nice to meet you as well.... I do not hail from this land at all, I'm not even entirely sure how I ended up here. Where I came from I had much more servants...." Walt looked at the ghostly creature with a mixture of fascination. He really was quite interesting. Walt had a little blue sprite that hopped around his hooves all the time, but Walt had never named the ghost or tried to interact with it. Perhaps that was something that he needed to do in the future... Perhaps he had been neglecting a potential servant that had been with him for as long as Walt could remember.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 1:06 pm
Wemitan raised a brow. Servants? Well that was certainly peculiar. "Well," Wem began, "Welcome, I suppose. I'm afraid you won't find a whole awful lot of your servants here, but there are some two-leggers that tend to seem eager to help us, especially with hair and children. They're located quite a way that way." He nodded down a nearby path as Boo flitted off to reiterate for him. "They're awfully generous with berries and other goodies, too." He grinned a bit. Surely this horse was talking about two-leggers? He couldn't imagine what good another Soquili would be as a servant. If they were to gather food, it'd be riddled with saliva, and he certainly couldn't think of any other creature who could weave a mane like that. "As far as others of our kind go, I think you may find it a little bit more difficult finding someone who would like to be called a servant. Or at least, without hefty payment." He chuckled at the thought of anyone he knew catering to another just because they were told to. It seemed like such a foolish thought to this carefree stallion.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 1:10 pm
Walt had seen a lot of the strange hairless creatures that walked tall on two-legs but he had decided that it was in his best interest to just stay away from them. Mainly he had no clue who they were, the two-legged beasties were strange looking. His ears twitched forward and backward as he pondered the words over, "Yanno... I have not spent any time with the bald creatures. I do enjoy berries and the like.... Where do I find them exactly? Do they look around wanting to give attention? I really could use having my hair washed, brushed, and redone."
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 1:16 pm
The stallion felt a little relief when the so-called prince engaged him in conversation. "Well, as I said, they're down that path. It is quite a bit away, perhaps a two-day walk. They've got a village. A settlement of quite a few of them. They've got several different places in which they dwell, but I've found this one to be the most friendly and helpful. One of them has these pale skinned, malnourished looking two-leggers, and one of them tried to ride me." He shuttered at the thought. "Occasionally, one of these will ask for a ride in exchange for their services, but if you decline, they won't try to do it anyway. And it's never very far if you oblige. But I would certainly stay away from the pale folk, they're rather selfish."
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