[vanerfreak]

Deadline will be somewhere between March 30th or April 5th

[.Hot Potatoe.]

SSF Name:Devil In the Sun House (Devil)
Username:Fishys
SSF Age:8 Years
SSF Gender Stallion
SSF Height: 15 hh
Art 1:wip<3
Art 2:wip<3

Mwuahahaha hes so pretty <3 xD have to try out

[sapphirespirit]

SSF Name:Zsigmond -hungarian for "victory/protector)
Username:sapphirespirit
SSF Age:8
SSF Gender Stallion
SSF Height: 15 hh
Art 1:

a snort escaped velvet nares, echoing on the brisk night air. Zsigmond's breath spiraled skyward, a smoky dragon released from its cage and quickly dispersing in its freedom. Audits perked forth, crystal gems scanning the terra. IT was quiet this night. He rather enjoyed the quiet. Cloven hoofs strike the dust and grass in tandem with one another, leaving behind soft impressions in their wake. Nonehad found his little cove of heaven. His minute get away from the masses. And he would defend it with all he had. Sometimes the hustle and bustle of the others and their variosu dramas was a bit to much. He paused atop a small incline, gazing down over the other Scorpion Saber Fjords, a soft huff of approval released. They were content, settling down for the night. Each unique coat, each wondferul, and often times frightening personalities, was something he had grown accustomed to. He was thankful for that. He wasn't sure he could accept his kind should they all had been so similar. And there was no sign of any two legged intruders, either. Somethign else he was thankful for. The other stallions being as moody as He, no human woudl stand a chance attmepting to break them, let alone capture them. He turned back to return to his hide away in a small grove of trees. He shook hsi pelt and with a soft sigh he settled against a tree trunk. His hind hoof cocked, and shoulder against the tree, he was comfortable, and there was no danger of jammign himself with his tail . He'd done that a time or two as a yearling. Lesson learned. Eyelids grew heavy, the sound of crickets and other night time creatures serenading him to slumber;peaceful dreams wisping their way into hsi cranium, promising a safe night's rest, and a glorious day to follow this silent night.

( Not the best. will most likely edit later)
Art 2:
Art 2

[Tramone]

SSF Name:
Artemis
Username:
owl,
SSF Age:
13
SSF Gender
Stallion
SSF Height:
15 hh
Art 1:
I run,
Far and wide.
Searching,
For my pride.
My darling awaits,
I am yearning,
Searching for ways to change my fate.
Art 2:
WIP

[sapphirespirit]

friendly bump! -excited for results-

[SerenWish]

Ach, can we still make art for this? Life has been killer for the past month. XD

[vanerfreak]

SSF Name:Zsigmond -hungarian for "victory/protector)
Username:sapphirespirit
SSF Age:8
SSF Gender Stallion
SSF Height: 15 hh
Art 1:

a snort escaped velvet nares, echoing on the brisk night air. Zsigmond's breath spiraled skyward, a smoky dragon released from its cage and quickly dispersing in its freedom. Audits perked forth, crystal gems scanning the terra. IT was quiet this night. He rather enjoyed the quiet. Cloven hoofs strike the dust and grass in tandem with one another, leaving behind soft impressions in their wake. Nonehad found his little cove of heaven. His minute get away from the masses. And he would defend it with all he had. Sometimes the hustle and bustle of the others and their variosu dramas was a bit to much. He paused atop a small incline, gazing down over the other Scorpion Saber Fjords, a soft huff of approval released. They were content, settling down for the night. Each unique coat, each wondferul, and often times frightening personalities, was something he had grown accustomed to. He was thankful for that. He wasn't sure he could accept his kind should they all had been so similar. And there was no sign of any two legged intruders, either. Somethign else he was thankful for. The other stallions being as moody as He, no human woudl stand a chance attmepting to break them, let alone capture them. He turned back to return to his hide away in a small grove of trees. He shook hsi pelt and with a soft sigh he settled against a tree trunk. His hind hoof cocked, and shoulder against the tree, he was comfortable, and there was no danger of jammign himself with his tail . He'd done that a time or two as a yearling. Lesson learned. Eyelids grew heavy, the sound of crickets and other night time creatures serenading him to slumber;peaceful dreams wisping their way into hsi cranium, promising a safe night's rest, and a glorious day to follow this silent night.

( Not the best. will most likely edit later)
Art 2:
Art 2

Im sorry, this one was to be judged on the fith, but no one finished and its been over 10 days of an extension. This, being the only finished form, is the winner.

[sapphirespirit]

Squee! Thanks Even if by default, thanks