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For Luce/Aesir
I love this one so much <3

Username: Luce
Coat color: (you can suggest two you want and one you don't) Black, smokey black
Coat Pattern: (you can suggest two you want and one you don't) appy, overo no solids
One Must have: (if it's a specific coat pattern then this cancels out the suggestions for coat pattern and sets what pattern your Gypsy will have) Long hair
One Optional(optional for the artists): (so if you want like socks or something but don't want it as a must then you can suggest it though you have the chance of not getting socks.) yellow eyes

Username: Aesir
Colour: Black overo

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Breeding note: the wing marking cannot be requested when ordering a breeding, the artist has the choice over whether it is passed on or not. Progeny of offspring (grandfoals) cannot inherit wing markings.
In order to keep this Gypsy, the requirements must be completed by January 8th (two weeks from Christmas) 20th otherwise they will be going up for adoption.

[gremlin]

Ooh exiting. (changed my user, still luce)

[gremlin]

Meeting the Gyspy:

It was a rather cold night, Balthazar was causing trouble, and the tolter's were getting antsy, tolters as many know, can be irritable, and poor Luce was trying to keep them all happy.
Suddenly a knock came on the door, Luce freaked, "Who has the nerve, or nerves, wouldn't they freeze? to knock at my door on the eve of the most hectic night of my caldender year???"
They ran to the door, tripped on some hay and managed to get to the door "great, whoever knocked probably isn't even there anymore." they snarkily added, glaring at the hay.
Luce pushed open the barn door, and their mouth dropped open.
A magnificent horse stood, its beauty greatly diminished by its shivering and nervous stepping. "WHO LEAVES A HORSE IN THE MIDDLE OF A STORM???" Luce angrily sudo-shouted, not wanting to spook the tolters, or the new horse.
A tag on the horse's halter caught Luce's eyes. Luce snatched it gingerly, and read: Happy chirstmas, to Luce, from Santabug., Luce wondered who "santabug." was, but decided that the horse was freezing, and pulled it inside.
"You know, I don't even care anymore" said Luce, drying the large animal off "Idon't care who left you here, I'm calling you Azazel, and that, my friend, is final."

Azazel nudged them gentley, greatfull to be dry again.
Luce trudged over to an emty stall, slipping a halter on the large horse's head, "ok, I'm really tired, I really don't want a fight" luce often talked to the horses, not sure if they could understand. Azazel seemed to get from their tone, that the human was not going to be to nice about failure to comply. He walked calmly where he was guided, and looked about. From his view, he could see many other horses roaming their stalls, seeming to be unbothered by the human fussing about with them. "uuuhhhhhggggg" the human shouted "I guess I'll call Ghost and ask if she knows why there's a random horse that just apeared from space..." The human opened the stall, and started to survey his hoofs, lifting them one by one, and picking at them. Azazel groggily complied. He snorted and drew his hoof away, as the human picked to hard, and a sharp pain spread through him. He shuffled back, and hit the wall of the stall, the human backing away.
Well the thing had some common sense, he thought, watching it latch his stall door, and retreat to the edge of the barn, at least it know what I can do to it...

Luce watched the large horse panic for a bit, rage bubbling through it, certainly not normal trained horse behaviour. Uhg, how could they be so stupid, to assume the horse was trained. Perhaps it was, and simply was rusty on how to treat humans. They would have to teach him some manners soon. But not today, Luce was tired, the whole day spent getting last minute gifts, and sorting out staff complications.

[gremlin]

Doing somthing:
WIP
Azazel fixed Luce with a solem stare, the human returned the stare, and snorted. The human extended a hand, muttering about Carrots, and nerves and christmas... well then Azazel thought. The disgruntled human stared at him, and then, said, as if to no one in particular "About that lunging, but maybe a walk?" The human grabbed a halter rather forcefully and fastened it around my head. They opened my stall and walked me out a good bit. They tugged slightly and I followed.

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I believe that even though you didn't quite finish, you've put enough work into your stories to earn this Gypsy. So congrats, this Gypsy is now officially yours!

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Hello!
There has been a slight numbering problem which we are now working to fix ^^
The number of this HG should be #153.
Please make sure to also change this on the horse's stable page c:
Thank you so much <3

[gremlin]

Didn't see it until now, but thank you!