True Blue
underfoot the cool mulch of fallen leaves crunched almost mutely. a sound he would normally worry of anything in the forest hearing, but with his pompom glowing unconcernedly in the cool-night air, he paid it no attention.
Backyard Cookout
His mom and the other lionesses were in the kitchen, but what would he do there except risk a swat on the behind for getting underfoot?
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 54
The biter across his face suddenly closed another inch and a bloody crack appeared in his muzzle, making a sound not unlike that of a wet branch snapping 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?
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.
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.
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.