Silver Bay Sabino Peafowl – Royal Bellator
Registered Name} Sanguinum Argentum ♠ † - “bloody silver; of blood money”
Barn Name} Silver King, Confetti
Height} 17.1 hh
Weight} 1,720 lbs
Age} 321 years
Eyes} left: Blazing Yellow-Red right: Deep Ocean Blue
Color} Silver Bay Sabino Peafowl
Temperament} 3 - Noble and Proud
Health} 10 – Excellent
Vice} Difficult to bathe
Quirk} Can untie himself, but knows who he can get away with it when doing it.
Purchase Price} $50,000
Net Worth} $500,000
Personality} As a foal Silver King was all play, all mocking, kicking, and snorting that those who only knew him as a colt and returned to see him as a stallion would not believe he was the same horse. As he grew some primitive sense of leadership, loyalty, and bravery replaced almost every speck of giddy and nonsense he used to portray and he transformed into a thing of power that just his very presence demanded respect. However, Silver King never pushes this command of surging power he has, and tends to gain his followings through his excellent manners and bold respect. To horse and human alike he knows to mind his personal space and follow any rules his superiors have for him, but at the same time he’s not afraid to lay down his own ground-rules.
He has a very powerful stride and if not careful around him he can be heavy on his feet and step on a few toes without meaning to.
History} Of course she loved him; he was her son after all. What she didn’t like was how he reminded her that he was a product of human bidding. Those silly two-legged creatures would never understand the feelings of a horse. Most of them.
Femme Fatel nuzzled her striking silver bay colt, knowing well that he would leave her soon. She could only envision Nott, and think about the things he might think of the foal. The colt was his father’s first non-dilute child, and came as a big surprise to his breeders. That’ll show ‘em, Femme thought to herself after hearing the slight upset. But no matter how unexpected a bay was coming from a Dunskin and palomino, no one could not say the colt wasn’t absolutely stunning. His silver hairs in his mane and tail easily showed off his bright peafowl plumes. White was splashed on his body like someone had splattered paint on him, and he was large in stature. His unique eyes reflected his plumes in both eyes, it was almost startling.
Femme loved her children, all of them. During the time she had them she did her best to teach them well and wise. Her silver bay colt had seemed to absorb a lot of her teachings, and from the start had intellect and manners to spare.
COLON CANCER AWARENESS
RANK: 3rd Place
† Active Bellator (Warrior)
‡ Veteran Bellator (Warrior)
Artist Note: TO ALL NORDANNER OWNERS: Please mark him as deceased in your children’s pedigree. Confetti is no longer an active Nordanner.
My sincerest apologies.
Artwork and Design © BlackGlassButterfly