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X059 IEC Blood Letting

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Published: Feb 7, 2018
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Identification ID: X059
Registered Name: IEC Blood Letting
    Nickname: Studel, Noodle
Breed: Talvak Draft
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.2 hh
Color: Blood Bay (solid)
Genotype: Ee Aa
Tracker: ---

Breeding Tier: Beginner

Bloodlines: 
------------------------------------------ SSS: unknown
----------------- SS: unknown
------------------------------------------ SSD: unknown
Bullet; White Sire: 03
------------------------------------------ SDS: unknown
----------------- SD: unknown
------------------------------------------ SDD: unknown
| FOUNDATION
------------------------------------------ DSS: unknown
----------------- DS: unknown
------------------------------------------ DSD: unknown
Bullet; White Dam: unknown
------------------------------------------ DDS: unknown
----------------- DD: unknown
------------------------------------------ DDD: unknown

Breeding Slots: 10/10 Bullet; Red CLOSED Bullet; Red 

Foals:
N/A  

Breed | DeerCrossing
Reference | DeerCrossing
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