Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 33
Sarah weaved between the trees, nearly invisible pillars of black shadow, dry leaves crackling underfoot, but still that voice came closer and closer. it dawned on her that she wouldn't be able to outrun him, not as she was now.
Unnoticed Under Foot
Unfortunately for mekuto he's a bit too small for vanrel to noticed and quickly winds up underfoot. literally.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 164
Kiana's scream ebbed away until it sounded like the dying moans of a mouse caught underfoot. her throat burned something awful, and her heart was fluttering in her chest like it was actually trying to explode.
991 Death as a Bookstore Lyonesse
I'm afraid to let it out of my sight, and yet every hour i want to shatter it underfoot even more. because it makes me hope i can get the world back, and never comes through on the promise."
A Day In The Life of Ty Soltaur
But with the micros always under attack, always under the constant fear of getting trampled underfoot, he couldn't blame them having that thought. he gave the vixen a smile and a shake of the head.
A Familiar's Tale
It was hard to be stealthy with the crunch of dead leafs underfoot, but all flint needed was to cut through somewhere his captors couldn't follow.
The Last Tale- Chapter Three
Even from up here, they seemed dangerous; one misstep could lead a gryphon to being trampled underfoot or gored by a horn.
KBM - Intro
The crunch of a boot breaks the grass blades underfoot as the figure flung a shadow onto the soggy pathways of the forest. her demonic blades caught the wind as her sultry skin cooked it lightly.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 67
Without even an eyelid for protection, the blade shot through without any resistance, carried by the momentum of luke's furious strike, and pierced the thin layer of bone with a sound not unlike an egg cracking to pieces underfoot.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 62
He began to walk through the smoke, crushing half-burnt logs underfoot and sending flurries of sparks into the air.
Dawnbringers
What happened after was a flurry of pink mist, flying limbs, children trampled underfoot and soldiers mobbed in a futile attempted to maintain order. none were spared, civilian or military, anthro or human.
[Commission] Not the Flame, But the Spark - Chapter 2
Scuttering here and there and underfoot, squealing and wide-eyed as they ran from the hulking liger and then approached to prod at his ankles and legs.