An Assassin's Tale Chapter 1: A Return Home
The sound of dirt and leaves crunching underfoot was my signal that the time to prepare was over. i spun around as quickly as i could, only to be knocked flat on my back by a large, scaly blur.
Godzilla and the warbat
Rock and vegetation overhead as well as underfoot. and creatures. strange creatures. a flock of bats each the size of railway cars, spiky crawling things a bit like a sometimes ally of his. a great lizard half his size.
The Demon Woods
The dead leaves crunched quietly underfoot. tucker pushed on. the sound from the street started to die away, save for a few shrill shrieks from some younger kids. but even those sounds eventually drifted off into the night.
A Diminished Sense of Christmas
Finishing his cigarette, the ferret dropped it to the pavement to grind it out underfoot. "nothin'. just talking to m'self. best source of conversation m'gonna get around here." the ferret shrugged, to walk back inside.
Red Twilight World Walker Chapter 2 Into Nothing
Rt makes no move, no sound, in the stillness the grinding of warms underfoot becomes ever louder as does the echoing of charlie's breathing and blood flowing through his vain becomes addible
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 123
He was just ahead, sprinting full out, crunching dead twigs underfoot and kicking up clumps of snow with every stride. the breath plumed from his lips in rapid, laboured bursts.
Forest Frolic (Macro Story)
In as cheery a voice as ever, though as her size increased, it steadily became deeper and quite a bit more intimidating...especially when combined with the bounding, carefree steps that were quite a bit less adorable when each one threatened to squish you underfoot
993 On Deck
He slams his fist on the deck underfoot with a scraping spray of sparks.
Skylands: Large Living
Soon that tiny collection of humans, dwarves, orthoc, and goblins would be ground underfoot and he wouldn't have even raised a sweat in the process. he hadn't even had to use his club, yet. if only metal objects could be enlarged by the wizard's spell.
Lonely Oak Chapter 34 - Vitamin C
The sound of the faux leather stretching beneath her weight was a close cousin to snow crunching underfoot. not many more sounds came after that, at least none from inside.
The Traveller
Glass crunched underfoot as i walked past my mother's corpse. the summer breeze had already been enriched with the smell of her blood, of her death. "farewell, mother. it seems you lost in the game of life." with those words i left her forever.
Run for the Cliff
They know the way the path beyond the mountain calls for open air the sky will give a path no longer underfoot so tumble, little weeds, and find the path so sought is not your own the soldiers march, their lines as one they will together