BGS Blue Rocket

Name: BGS Blue Rocket
Nick Name: Rocket
Age: 6 years
Height: 15.3 hands
Weight: N/A
Breed: Andalusian
Coloration: Blue roan
Sex: Gelding
Discipline: Mostly flat, a little jumping.
Bio: Born on January 8, 2007, Rocket is a sweet but troublesome gelding. He is always finding a way to escape from his stall or pen, and knows exactly how to open feed bags. His owner, Mary Sky, tries her best to keep him in a stall, but he's always managing to find a way out. In this picture, he is being free lunged and letting off steam: something he needs to do before every activity he participates in.
Fears: Loud snapping noises, backing out of straight loads, and small animals/children.
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Story:
Rocket zoomed around the arena at lightning speed, giving a playful squeal here and there and kicking up his heels. Mary shook her head. 'He lives up to his name!' She thought, and laughed.

Finally, FINALLY, Rocket calmed down enough to be caught. Mary put his halter on, led him out of the arena, threw a saddle up over his back, and put his bridle on, the whole time having to deal with a prancing horse. She spent more than five minutes trying to get him to take the bit, and he did, but only after she took a stool and stood on it so she could reach his outstretched head. They walked/pranced into the arena, and the second Mary was in the saddle, Rocket took off.

No matter how hard Mary tried to slow him, Rocket would not budge. Now, Mary was a good rider, but her balance was still to be mastered. All she could do was hold onto a chunk of Rockets mane and hope that he would stop.

And eventually, he did. But not after a couple more laps around the arena, including jumping over a small cross rail jump at the end (Mary had almost fallen off, but somehow she held her balance and stayed on). Rocket's nostrils flared, and his sides were damp, but on he pranced around.

"Calm down, Rocket." Mary said in a shaky voice, straightening up. He settled down a bit as she corrected her posture, but not enough. Mary sighed. "You are a piece of work, boy, I hope you know that."

Rocket snorted and tossed his head around, did a little hop. Mary just laughed. "One day, you'll learn."
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Horse Lineart: [link] by ~eat-ride-listen NOTE: I didn't delete the signature, just moved it.
Arena Stock: [link] by ~KWTHATSME