Caribou Descriptive Writing

The horse beneath was gradually turning restless. Nathaniel also was becoming impatient, but it would all be worthwhile. It was the first Friday of October, that's when the creature always came out. It'd made a habit of following the same pattern, a yearly ritual. Through the town, crashing through the church windows and then straight out on to the moon-lit moors. From there on, nobody knew. None of the villagers had ever possessed the nerve to track its movements any further.

Nestled snuggly into the Blue Ridge Mountains was Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Getting there was no joke seeing as the ears popped every five minutes, but the scenery was beautiful.

I sit and watch the morning pass by, an occasional raven flies by calling to its family, and all of a sudden something catches my eye. I look to the south and over the top of the hill comes a deer, my first deer of the season. I watch and realize it is a

I approached the spirited horse with confidence because I was experienced with these types of shows in which all the riders are assigned a random horse to ride. I could sense his tension as soon as I was in the saddle. He furiously pawed the ground and shifted his weight around. Before I knew it, we entered the arena. Almost immediately he began prancing like a deer around the ring, my fear growing with every misstep he took. I desperately looked to my coach for advice, but there was nothing she could do. It was between him and me and he knew he was in control. The spectators lining the outside of the arena fell into an eerie silence each time we passed by. I was masquerading, pretending I had him under control while the situation continued to worsen. In my mind years passed before the judge finally called for all of the riders to line up in the middle of the arena. As we turned to line up, he stopped. I convinced him to take one reluctant step forward before he reared up onto his hind legs. He rose up higher and higher, turning into a skyscraper towering over all others in the arena. Then, everything went quiet. I frantically grabbed for his white mane, trying to maintain my balance, but to no avail. We both fell backwards, all two thousand pounds of his body crushing

The grass quickly passes him as he gets closer and closer to that animal. He sees facial features it body and he slowly begins to see his on physical traits in this animal. He starts yelling to grab their attention, tackles one and stabs it in the neck with a rock. He gets up, looks at the rest of them runs at another and then a loud "bang!" is heard. After this, Richard feels a sharp pain in his leg, his vision begins to blur. He falls over, not having enough energy to move but helplessly watch as this animal points a shiny tree branch at him, this branch is different, he has never seen a tree with hollow branches. The animal pulls the switch on it and everything goes

The sun peeked its face out on the Canadian wilderness. The light reflected beautifully off the snowy mountains. In fact, the whole wilderness here was covered in a blanket of snow. The snow was littered in fallen pine needles, pine cones, and the footprints of rabbits, wolves and deer. Branches of leafless trees were bending from the snow resting on them. Near one of the trees a bull moose was sharpening his antlers on the trunk, the sharp prongs easily piercing through the bark. When the moose got finished, it soon broke into a sprint when it caught an unfamiliar scent.

Standing full of strength, it was obvious this steed was itching to run as if he just became a wild mustang. His poise made it clear that he wanted to run with every ounce of his strength, a sense of adventure stirs in my mind, taking in the aroma of freshly cut grass, he lets out a raging loud whinny, for a split second time stops. Once, his movement begins again, it becomes formless but rapid creating a calming yet mighty rhythm I am oh so familiar with. Shuffling forth slowly, my legs, clutch tighter, goose bumps appear resembling stars in the night, while beneath the saddle generates thundering hooves used such as wings, galloping at full speed with no worries in our mind. As the crisp breeze touches my face I know my spirit becomes free,

As our plane landed, all I could see was green around the dirt landing strip. Trees, bushes, and tall grass crowded my view of the jeep that would take us to the cabins. We piled our duffel back in the back and drove off. Once my family and I arrived, the managers and staff all welcomed us. Everyone was so friendly! They showed us around where we would be staying for the next week; the view from our cabin was breathtaking. We could walk out of our cabin and an elephant would be standing less than 15 feet away eating leaves in the cool shade of the tree. The morning after we had arrived and were all settled in, we went on a game drive. We did not go on these game drives to kill, just to observe the animals in their natural habitat. Therefore,

“3rd and 10 on the Dragons 40 yard line, 20 seconds to go. 10 to 7 Dragons are leading, timeout Cougars as they talk things over.” Hi I’m Ryan Hobbes, I bet you’re wondering what is happening. Well I play for the Cougars varsity high school football team in New York. I’m in 11th grade and I want to go all the way. Anyway off of me, I’m in a game right now versus our rival team the Dragons. I’m the top wide receiver on our team, but I have not gotten a lot of action this game. It’s a close game and I am listening to my coach in the timeout as he is very confident in us.

One of the noblemen caught wind of this however, and sought to chop my horse to pieces and trap me in their dark manor. Once again, I was helped by manor’s servants who cut the horse free and restrained the assailant so that I could escape. The poor horse was in a frenzy as we rode, bucking and kicking at anyone and everything in sight. In all my time riding her, I’ve never had such a hard time hanging on to her. She needed little, if any guidance on my part as she stampeded down the mountain, foregoing the trail and plunging into shadowed mists headfirst. We carried on through the wilderness for a very long time before we were convinced that the danger was long past us, at which point we both collapsed from fatigue.

A cool, fall, light, Oklahoma breeze blows through the trees. The sound of rustling leaves, and the cheerful chatter of my friends, fills my ears. My rainbow colored hoodie is wrapped around me. People canoeing on the lake call my name, “Graeson!” They say, I smile and wave in their direction. I wonder if they can see me from my spot behind the trees and poles. All of the sudden the person in front of me in line steps up to the ladder.

Standing on his hind legs, this rare andalucian stallion is fearless. His ears are turned back while his noble looking head is held high. His all black coat glistens in the late afternoon sun. His face displays a strong confidence with his nostrils flared, his veins bulging from his cheek bones, and his fiery black eyes burning holes into the souls of those who stare into them. His neck muscles are tensed and thickened with adrenalin. His black main is thrown into the wind like a flag rippling in the winds of a tornado. His muscular front legs are brought up to his chest displaying his flashing gray hooves that could crush a man's scull with one blow. His backbone and underbelly are held almost straight up and his hind quarters are tensed.

Aliea grins while picking up the stick. She always had a strange pull to gore, she knew she would enjoy this. She speeds toward the adult, her hair sticking to her sweaty face, caught in her nose, mouth and eyes. The adult keeps snarling and charging at her, grunting and wheezing with every step his fat, greasy body makes. Dead plants and sticks rake Aliea’s legs, she sucks in air, trying to ignore the pain in her side. She presses her free hand to her side and keeps on charging, faster, faster, faster is all she can think about. She grips the stick tighter in her hand, the bumps and cracks imprinting in her palm. Aliea starts to slow down, her side throbbing with pain and her legs stinging from the cold of the night, scrapes, bruises and cuts. She grits her teeth,

Living in the busy metropolitan area, it is easy to forget that we have unlimited natural beauty, that is the great outdoors, so close to home. Kansas City, Missouri is gifted with a plethora of hidden gems, all located within an hour drive. One such gem can be found in the historic riverside town of Parkville, Missouri.

Out of nowhere, blood began oozing from the side of the deer’s body. Alarmed by the sound and the impact of the bullet, the deer attempted to take off, only to find that it would not be able to run for very long. The deer proceeded to take a few more weak steps, before its legs were unable to hold it up very longer and its body collapsed to the ground. It soon ran out of breath and stopped moving completely. I realized what happened and I froze. Feeling numb, mind blank, I had no idea how to react. My uncle held a grin of pride on his face as he carried the deer back to the four-wheeler, but I could not comprehend his happiness. The eyes were still glossy and the tongue remained hanging out of the deer’s mouth, now dripping in blood.