Eos 7: Ragnarok
The ground shook and rattled and cracked underfoot. the group struggled to keep their footing. even tyr had to shuffle feet and dip closer to the ground to keep from being thrown on his back.
Nightworld 07: Lady of the House
Flies buzzed where the soil met the water, dotted white maggots squirming in the muck underfoot.
A Storm for Blackwing, or, Former Glory
A wild wind blows from behind, and the powder keg lurches underfoot; her sails full, she cuts through the seas like an arrow. a lone figure in the rigging basks in the day's glory.
Rebirth ch26
Nothing was left but smoldering trunks and burnt brown grass that would crunch underfoot.
Ander - Chapter 2, Subchapter 34
The crunching of leaves underfoot, the soft scraping of his branch against the earth, they were all moving away, fading until they were swallowed by the roaring wind. but was this a trick? some kind of trap to lure her out of her hiding place?
Lost But Found - Chapter 1
Bubbling springs came up from the cave floor, likely the source of all the plant-life around, comfortable moss underfoot and vines providing privacy as they draped from above.
A White Find - Anthro Reshiram TF
On the plus side, it would take him barely any time and effort to reach the village now, but on the minus side, he was certain that he’d end up squishing several people and buildings underfoot if he even thought about trying to set foot into the place.
The Blood Which Binds
He scolded, pushing himself off of his doting protégé once somewhat more solid earth was underfoot. "one would think you want even less of me." "_you_ might, the way you lope around, old man." he held out nawaz' ashen staff.
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