Long Road Ahead

My bid for a Royal West Warmblood (Import Three)!!

Registered Name: Quick Wit
Nicknames: Quick, Quickie
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Royal West Warmblood
Height: 180cm
Age: 3 Years
Colour: Sooty Buckskin
Markings: blaze, two socks
Genotype: EE/Aa/nCr/Sty Sty
Discipline: Hunter/Jumper
Personality: This boy loooves to cuddle, especially when you scratch him behind his ears, and treats. With his big doggy eyes he charms people for sweats and cuddles. He's a bit of whimp though and is scared of practically anything, there for he needs a calm and experienced rider who can soothe him.
He's a good worker but can be a bit lazy at sometimes and since he's so easily scared rides can go from calm and relaxed to chaotic and commotion.


<sub>"I can't believe we're going all the way to Sweden to try out a horse," Megan huffed, throwing her bags into the overhead bin on the airplane, "I mean, Jesus Christ, if they want to sell him how about they bring him to us?"
"They don't need to sell him!" Caroline replied, "They could do just fine with him, but he's offered for sale if anybody wants him," She explained.
Megan rolled her eyes.
The plane was about to take off, and Hannah watched the United States disappear from beneath them. Well, there's no turning back now, she thought.
Caroline started reading the book she brought along, and Megan pulled a blindfold over her eyes. Hannah sighed and looked back down at the ad she had printed out for the stallion they were about to visit. His coat sparkled in the sun, his dark brown eyes set in his slightly dished, elegant head looking at her. Quick Wit, a Royal West Warmblood Stallion the text read.

After what seemed like days in the sky, and hours on the road, the trio arrived at Royal West Stables.
The stallion stood ready and waiting, tacked up outside the jumping arena. Hannah walked over to him, throwing her helmet on. "We're getting right to this, I guess?" She asked with a chuckle. The handler nodded, handing her the reins. He nuzzled against her chest, almost knocking her off balance. "Wow, he's a lovey guy!" She exclaimed.

Hannah brought him through his warm up, and nothing was out of the ordinary. His mind was on his work, he executed his circles and transitions perfectly. He popped over a couple crossrails, and although she had to push him to keep his pace, the jumps were smooth.
They came around to the higher jumps. Nearing a brightly colored oxer, the stallion veered to the right. Hannah was quick to correct the issue, but he wasn't any more comfortable. He slowed his pace, but she drove him forward. He lunged forward, trying to get over the jump, but he jumped long, not high. At this point Hannah knew there was nothing else she could do. She tried to avoid pulling on his mouth, but it was impossible to keep her seat and remain independent from the reins. He crashed though the jumps.

After checking the horse and rider for any injuries, the group stood in the center of the ring. "Well, maybe I forgot to mention that he's a little spooky," The handler admitted, embarrassed. Hannah laughed, "Oh, he's fine. He'll just have to be a hunter!" She joked, rubbing the stallion's neck. "Yeah, there will be a long road ahead, but I think he'll be just fine," She continued.</sub>

Oooh god I love this boy. This was a fun one to draw, too!

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