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Not Quite Ready For the Olympics... by avonRDA
A cute little .png pony (or horse, dog etc.) to liven up your page.
Can include a background or rider too.

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+ 5 (tack)
+ 5 (mini show entry)
+ 10 (rider (because I can't draw them))

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20:points:
+ 5 (bridle)

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BP's An Air Of Serenity GWPK by avonRDA
BP's An Air Of Serenity GWPK
Show Name: BP's An Air Of Serenity GWPK
Call name: Inara
Breed: Standard Poodle
Gender: Bitch
Age: 9 months
Colour: Chocolate Parti Colour Irish
Eye color: Light gold-brown
Height: Average
Weight: A little above average (but shhh, don't tell her!)
Titles: Royal Snob, Couch Poodle etc...

Discipline: TBD.
Personality:
:bulletpink: Inara can often be quite snobby, self centered and downright bitchy.
:bulletpurple: She loves to lounge around on her 'throne' (the sofa).
:bulletpink: Inara is very conscious of how she looks and how other dogs (and people!) see her.
:bulletpurple: Other than this, though, you cannot fault her, she loves to perform, and (when you manage to get her off the sofa) she will work hard to meet her goals provided it doesn't involve getting wet and/or muddy. 


Breeding status: Closed - pure breeding only - to approved dogs!





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Pedigree - 68xp (+2xp - purebred)
    Sire: BP's California Sunrise OTCH PDM CGC +1 (+ 33 Honored, Health Tested)
    Dam: BP's Back In Black OTCH MACH CT +1 (+ 33 Honored, Health Tested)
Reference Sheet (+5)
(FF) Cali x Rascal Litter - CLOSED (+4)
Serenity YDH - CLOSED (+90 Serenity)
Meeting New Friends (+94 Serenity)
Poodle Pup in a Pink Palace (+9 Serenity)
Puppy Training Program (+21, +6 - Training *Sit*)
    Title: COA (+17)

= 123 (399 Serenity)
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Every time I shut my eyes I see him there on the floor, his face pale and his body limp like a rag doll. It is an image that I can never get out of my mind; an image of pain and fear. The journey home had been long and uneventful as far as I am concerned, since he was taken away I haven't seen him and have been locked in a bubble of worry. I have barely spoken to Nikki in the weeks that I have been back home, I have stuck to the top end of the field in the hope of seeing him coming back for me. Each time a thundertruck pulls up in the drive, I gallop up to the fence to see if he's inside, and every time I have been disappointed, but I cannot give up because then I'd be a broken, purposeless horse. It's funny how you get attached to things you didn't even know you needed; I never felt empty without him before I knew him, but now I am incomplete. The gap he's left in my heart is larger than the one Nikki left - this time, I know it's my fault. Owen has bounced up to me and I have been forced to turn away, to reject him. I have seen their torn faces as Nikki slowly approaches him and leads him away, the sad look on his face as he glances back over his shoulder at me, the shake of his head. But I cannot let Ramiro down, so I continue waiting. I wait endless days and even longer nights for him to return. I barely eat, I only consume enough to stop me from starvation - it's a distraction from my duty. I have no idea if my duty as sentry will pay off, but it's all I can do and it makes me feel a tiny bit better about myself. Mia has come to try and soothe me, but I have politely refused her carrots. When she comes she talks to me about him, and I listen patiently to her. She uses some new words I haven't heard before about him, like 'coma', 'spinal cord', 'temporary partial paralysis' and 'wheelchair'. I do not understand what any of these words mean, but I guess they must be bad. She will come and see me once, occasionally twice a day, always bringing a carrot although I never eat them, and she will just sit on the fence and talk to me. Her voice is sweeter, smoother and more natural than Ramiro's, yet she does not have the thick Scottish dialect that many of the 'lads possess. I am beginning to trust her a little bit, letting her put on the blue halter that still smells of him and lead me around the field a little, but only in walk. I think she understands how I feel about him, and knows that I don't want a replacement for him, and won't accept one. 
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Today, when she comes to see me her attitude is different, her eyes are brighter and her speech more bubbly and excited. She runs over to me and throws her arms around my neck, her thick scarf flinging into the air and wrapping around my muzzle. I'm not impressed... But she soon launches into a torrent of words of which I can only pick out a few. "Ramiro... awake... coma... hospital... wheelchair... visit... today!" Her eyes are filled with excess water, and, as she blinks, a tear rolls down her cheek. I tilt my head; why does her voice sound so happy yet her eyes are crying? I nudge her face with my muzzle and wipe up the tears for her, gesturing for her not to cry. "Aww, you're such a gentleman, Rico. So kind and giving - Ramiro couldn't ask for any more. You know he's proud of you, right? You've given so much to him, and he says you mustn't blame yourself. Be a soldier for him, Rico. Fight on, little Kiwistang." While we are locked in this moment, we do not notice a thundertruck pull up in the drive. We both look up simultaneously as a figure steps out of the front and walks over to the back end and pulls up a cover. Why's he doing that, I wonder? Mia gasps. "Oh Rico, it's him!" She runs forwards, the ends of her scarf billowing out behind her like wings. The man finished his job behind the vehicle and now I understand Mia's excitement. I can only vaguely make him out from this distance away, but it's a face I could not forget - Ramiro's. As she reaches him, she bends down and throws her arms around his neck, kissing him gently on his cheek and burying her face into his neck. She stays like that for a moment, her face hidden in the folds of his jacket, before standing up and taking the handles from the driver. She smiles to him before beginning the trek over to the fence, to me, which had seemed so short only moments ago but was now taking her a while. When she finally reaches me I whinny in delight and stamp the ground with conviction. Ramiro is alive. I had naturally feared the worst, but for once the worst had not happened. I look at him; powerless in the chair with wheels (I see now what a 'wheelchair' is), his legs skinny and unmoving, but his cheeks rosy and his eyes bright as he makes eye contact with me. I stretch my neck out to him as an apology for what I had done, but he simply smiles at me. "Oh Rico, you've made me so proud. You put everything into that competition and I don't blame you at all for what happened. It was only our first competition; mistakes were going to be made by both of us. In truth, I don't think we were ready for a competition then, but it was good experience for the both of us. You gave it everything you had, and really invested in our relationship." He scratches my neck fondly as he continues, "I couldn't have wanted anything more. You tried your heart out and that's all that matters. I'm here now, let's put it behind us." I feel a mental weight lift at these words, his forgiveness of me. All my worrying over the past weeks has now evaporated into nothing, I can finally face the music, as it were. As if on cue, Nikki and Owen appear either side of me and I press my head into Nikki's neck. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Forgive me please. She bends her head round and nudges my shoulder playfully. Of course you're forgiven, Rico. You never meant to do anything wrong in the first place. Mia's laugh broke the silence and Ramiro looked at each of us in turn. "I guess that makes us family then!" Mia blushed bright pink. "You mean, you're..." 
Ramiro winked, smiling. "Yes, I am!"
She gasped, but in a good way. "In that case, there's not really anything else I could say except 'Yes!'"
"We'll that makes two happy couples then," Ramiro said, before he was cut off by Mia's kiss. They smiled together as they pulled each other closer, sharing that moment of bliss and euphoria when your crush has just said yes and you're officially together. Indeed, Rico thought, that makes two happy couples! With that he nuzzled Nikki's sweet face and pressed his forehead against hers.
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They may have been unconventional, but they were family, and that's what mattered most. 
KC | Family
While writing this I cried at points. So emotional to be writing about how torn Rico is and how Mia tries to comfort him and the ending <3 I didn't even see than one coming! Of course it needs a lot of backstory to fill the holess in their budding relationship that I missed, but I hope you get the gist!

The final image for my Kaimanwa Challenge 2014. What a sad time (And only one and a half hours away from the deadline xD)

Hope you guys enjoyed this (and also tagging bovidaeloony because this is a really key piece to their relationship).

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RippleClan AC | FotC by avonRDA
RippleClan AC | FotC
Well, technically I do have a full body image of him and Frostbranch, his mentor, but I didn't think the RP would be finished in time so I made this instead! I actually quite like it :3 Teazelpaw's first catch ever.

Shh I know I should be doin' KC stuffs but I just wanted to do this kay?
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KC | What Did We Do To Deserve This? by avonRDA
KC | What Did We Do To Deserve This?
I took a deep breath as I approached the final barrel, my heart thumping in my chest. Finally, I could see our goal, the light at the end of the tunnel. Just one turn stood between us and success; neither of us could afford to mess up now. It was all hanging on the line, yet for the first time I was feeling quietly confident. The most difficult part, the preparation, was behind us. The world ahead of us was an open book, and we were holding the pen together. I powered towards the barrel, my front and rear legs were both kicking up large amounts of arena sand as we went, but we didn't care. We were both fantasising about what victory tastes like, and thus neither of us were fully concentrating. Perhaps if we were, then we wouldn't have landed ourselves in such a mess. But the past is the past, and only a fool dwells on his mistakes and lives in the past. As much as I may feel one at times, I am not usually fool. But, I think that at that moment I was being 100% idiotic. I wasn't concentrating; I was acting instinctively not intelligently on the spur of the moment - lets face it; it could only have got worse from there. We were about to turn around that fateful final barrel when it happened. Simultaneously there was the flash of a camera to my left and the high beeping of a phone to my right. My head shot up, my eyes wild like they were when I first was locked into the thundertruck. I shook my head as the beeping continued to sound, the noise ricocheting around in my brain, making my ears ring uncomfortably. I reared up, trying to find a way to make the noise stop yet not being able to think straight due to the ringing. When it did not stop, I reared again, and bucked, anything to stop it ringing. Finally, fumbling hands turned the beeping off, but by then the damage was done. The ringing noise stayed in my ears as I leapt and twisted into the air, my brain selfishly focused on the ringing in my head and not our dream. At this point, Ramiro, who had been holding on tightly since I firs started acting up, couldn't hold on any longer and flew out of the saddle, carried upwards by my momentum. Desperately, he scrabbled for a hold but his hands just met air, and as we began to fall downwards the ringing stopped and I realised what I had done. I landed first, my knees buckling under not just the physical but the mental weight of my body, and watched, helplessly, as Ramiro plummeted back to the arena floor. He was unlucky, as he fell his body crashed against the barrel, the rim of the barrel smashing against his spine. I looked away, unable to face what I'd done. I'd ruined our dream, the thing we were so close to achieving, I'd gone and blown it for us. There was a collective gasp from the audience and a thud as he his the floor, and I turned slightly, to see a crumpled mass of limbs and an unusually pale face. What had I done?

After that, I had no gauge of time. What seemed like hours might have been minutes or even seconds, I didn't feel a need to keep time. The arena was evacuated; the few that still remained stood around the arena were shepherded away to somewhere warm and accident free. But I stayed by Ramiro. When they sent a stable lad to take me to the stables, I refused to get up for him no matter how hard he pulled on the reins or how many treats he offered me. Friendship was, and still is, more important to me. After a while, he gave up, and I saw him conversing outside with a man that had just drawn up in a van with flashing lights. He was gesturing to me, and I wanted to know what he was saying, but I needed to stay with Ramiro. Shortly afterwards, the man entered the arena, followed by a smaller man and a tall woman. They knelt next to Ramiro and I put my ears back, not wanting them to hurt him, but then the stable boy came back again and tried to soothe me and, when I didn't get any more responsive, he clipped a too-big headcollar and leadrope to me in the hope of establishing some control. So I was forced to let them manoeuvre Ramiro onto a sheet, and into a more natural position. They placed a brace around his neck and strapped his arms and legs in place to stop him escaping. What were they going to do to him? The two men bent down at either end of the sheet and slowly lifted upwards while the woman made more checks to the ties and put two fingers on his neck. Was she trying to strangle him? I whinny in distress, and far away I hear an answer, but I ignore it for the two men have started to walk away. I leap to my feet, pulling with all my strength on the leadrope to try and stop them. Bring him back! Where are you taking him? He doesn't belong there, his home is with me! I gain a couple of inches as the rope starts to slide between the stable lad's fingers, and so I put every last energy reserve I have left into pulling against him. There is a noise like air rushing out of a cave as he hits the floor and lets go of the rope. Quickly, I gallop over to the door but I am too late. The woman has just shut the door behind Ramiro. Come back! I whinny, but it's no use. They ignore me and, together, lift him into there van. I want to scream no, but they will just ignore me again, so I am forced to watch as the man I have grown to love is carted off and I don't know if I'll ever see him again. And the worst thing is that it's all my fault. 





Oh no! It's all gone wrong for them (just none of you know how badly it's gone... yet). I'm so mean to my characters... but it's a key part in their development so... *shrug*

:iconkaimanawa-challenge:

See here for other stories in this series (they are listed in order): Acorn's Ricochet: Kaimanawa Point Tally
I highly recommend reading them in order, guys!
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Lightclan AC - Maplekit by avonRDA
Lightclan AC - Maplekit
Cute, right! Maplekit and her mother, Honeysweet, for the activity check!
She's showing her mother a pretty black feather she found (RP to come).

AppleJaneBlack 
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Silverli0n1 Featured By Owner 2 days ago  New member Hobbyist Digital Artist
Just to let you know inaras ready!
I hope you like her...cause I worked hard :)
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avonRDA Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Student General Artist
Aw, great, she looks beautiful!!! <3
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Silverli0n1 Featured By Owner 2 days ago  New member Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you :)
and don't worry I had 30 points and now I have 40 so I didn't get extra :)
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avonRDA Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Student General Artist
Okay, thanks :) Almost done with that story :3
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Puddlepawproductions Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello,

I just wanted to inform you that you have 2 more days to complete the Lightclan AC for FOTC. If left incomplete, your cat, Maplekit, will die. Thanks.

~Sparkstar
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avonRDA Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  Student General Artist
I'm almost done with it!
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Horsepoint Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2014
Aw bless yer face, thanks for the watch! C:
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avonRDA Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2014  Student General Artist
You're welcome!!! <3 Your art is beautiful, I love all the angles you use!
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Horsepoint Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2014
Aww, thanks so much! c':
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avonRDA Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2014  Student General Artist
You're welcome! <3
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