Boots.
Many manage to claw their way upward, out of the sticky, thick sea of saliva, before a heavy, dirty boot tread closes down on their little souls, and flattens them out of existence.
Journey Through darkness: The Tower Of Woe
Below our pass the dead tread upon lay a series of pits one after another in sinister design stacked in an unholy alliance. a great hole had lay in the earth where man could not touch nor see since the start of all good and evil.
Tales from Silicon City 5: Wrecker
Unfortunately the convoy escort unit was equipped for dealing with lightly armored vehicles and infantry, not a treaded mech that kept pace with the heavy trucks and laughed off machinegun fire like it was rain.
The Going Forth Of Uadjet
She moved ever away from the great nile now, inland, to where the mud sprouted houses and the fields had been dotted by the tread of tender brown feet. soft ankles, the tight skin of those who'd abandoned her kind long ago.
Dark Soles
Each time kodi's foot touches down he tensed up and clenched his eyes shut, focusing on keeping his bones from snapping beneath the wolf's tread.
The Bio-Suited Husky
His foot paws found their way into the foot paw socks that had a springy tread. the tread was designed to support a digitigrade anthro's foot paws and give them traction on the otherwise sleek outfit.
Down the Rabbit-Hole
The rocking knead of fresh treads, and playful grind of his heel in my lap.
World of Chaos: Book Two: Chapter 19
Fyrsil exclaimed, eyes closed as he lazily tread water. i noticed his hands and feet had become webbed.
Lonely Oak Chapter 104 - Swimmer's Ear
The poodle treaded water, turning about. "did you not want to get in the water cuz you're shedding?" kelly's treading hitched with surprise. "uh, excuse you? no, i don't shed. even if i did, i'd've gone to the groomers _way_ long ago." "uhm..."
New Map | by KitsuneJey
__"_ sang m83's new map, while the path was beginning to tread itself with shades of green before the hopeful melancholy of my sight..., hoping to bond with my travel partner..., with my travel partner old or new..., with my travel partner old and new...,
On Broken Wings
Our path will be a long one, and not one lightly walked, but though we tread in darkness, never alone we walk.
Ode to My Giant Werewolf Boyfriend
There were small signs at first my wolf was swayed onto a path much darker than he'd tread - a loss of patience with small types dismayed and left within a growing sense of dread.