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X011 IEC Canterbury

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Published: Nov 28, 2017
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Identification ID: X011
Registered Name: IEC Canterbury
    Nickname: Budgie
Breed: Talvak-Draft 
Gender: Mare
Height: 17 hh
Color: Silver Bay Roan Tobiano
Genotype: Ee Aa nZ nR nTb
Tracker: X011 IEC Canterbury | Tracker

Breeding Tier: Beginner

Bloodlines: 
------------------------------------------ SSS: unknown
----------------- SS: F004
------------------------------------------ SSD: unknown
Bullet; White Sire: unknown
------------------------------------------ SDS: unknown
----------------- SD: unknown
------------------------------------------ SDD: unknown
| FOUNDATION
------------------------------------------ DSS: unknown
----------------- DS: unknown
------------------------------------------ DSD: unknown
Bullet; White Dam: unknown
------------------------------------------ DDS: F017
----------------- DD: unknown
------------------------------------------ DDD: unknown

Breeding Slots: 11/12 Bullet; Red CLOSED Bullet; Red

1. Used (mine) / X002 IEC Here Be Dragon Slayers
2. Used (mine) / X036 IEC Eira - Gender Bender Event, does not count towards limit

Foals:
N/A

Breed | DeerCrossing & Talvace
Reference | s1088 
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