Nightworld 06: Deadlands
The wide pools of marshwater stunk of rubber and copper, the ground underfoot far from anything stable.
Birdsong ~ Part 4
Occasionally askia would stop to sniff at the air again or kneel down to investigate the earth underfoot; at one point he paused at a crossing, looked one way and then the other, and then continued straight forward.
Werewolves and lovers
The afternoon light lanced through the leafy branches of the birch trees, making dappled patterns on the soft, green grass underfoot. birds warbled, hidden, in the trees. sam was smiling softly at nothing particular, just enjoying the moment.
Knight of Soular: Chapter 8
Any rocks that lay before them were trampled underfoot as gryphon helped him retain his footing. with each thud he could feel his heart beating ever faster, the anticipation coursing through his veins. what would await for him if the dragon_was_ here?
Chosen: Chapter Five
The ground proved treacherous underfoot as she fled, leaping rocks and crags with an ease that surprised her. it was almost as if she remembered the movements from a past life. tayna flinched, reminded that she probably did.
Return to Oz: Chapter 2
Of course, there are also -" as they hit the top of a hill, theo heard a loud crunch underfoot. a split second later, the entire hill seemed to open up around them, swallowing them into a huge hole.
Zero Days SInce
Toes, each easily bigger than a beach ball, clenched and tore through the concrete underfoot as if it were little more than brittle dried mud.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 112
A rotting log jutted out of the snow and he simply stomped right through it, crushing it underfoot. he was making far too much noise.
Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 6
Only when the sounds of the leaves crackling and the twigs snapping underfoot had disappeared completely, and he was absolutely sure that wardo was gone and that he was all alone, did kadai allow himself to vent some of his anger and frustration.
Tarot Chronicles: First Reading-- Ten of Pentacles
Zerrex smiles slightly as he shakes the goblet back and forth, kicking absently at the coins underfoot.
Grenzen
The biting morning air offered a callous greeting, supported by a damp breeze and the slickness underfoot.
Memories in the Sand
Dust that breathed and scampered underfoot and hid in the small places of the exposed world; that consisted of memories not millennia old but of moments old. moments of fear, of sadness, of pain, of loneliness.