Logs from TeMC-672-23
footprints. my footprints. jeff's. then of those who were stationed here before. there, forever, until the times end. wish geoff was here. or really anyone.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 53
He pointed out the mess of footprints leading from the cage. "not counting our own, we have five different sets of tracks. two adult females, one adult male, and two juveniles. nilia, taberah, sorrin, hezzi, and renna.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Forty One
The slayer had already seen his footprints, and his eyes followed the invisible young man with every step. _oh no,_ porter thought.
The Awakening
Smoke arose from the craters sized footprints that highlighted his trail so far. he imagined what the tiny furs must've felt as he wiped them out form the rolls of existence with the simple placement of his massive clawed feet.
Nergigante's Seed
He never saw it with his own eyes, but seeing those footprints made him feel smaller than he liked. the hunter kept following the track with his long sword unsheathed and ready, if only to make him feel safer.
Jat'von tells a tale of his past
His eyes and nose kept track of the footprints as he saw them definitely heading back to where he and vee'cha had currently made their home in this part of the isles.
Knight Protector (Part 1)
"footprints?" muari sounded amused. "we didn't _know_ they were footprints. it--honestly, i don't think it even _occurred_ to anyone.
One Day
He looks up and sees zeke's now bloody footprints make their way to their back door. the only thing on neal's mind now is to make zeke pay for his dreadful and unjustifiable deed.
Dogman Chapter 1
Normal footprints, so i kneel down and get out my mp3 and turn it on and flash the light off of that onto one of the footprints since i don't have a flashlight 'wow this is weird i've seen big wolf paw prints before but this is ridiculous it's half the size
Amateur Heroics - Part 1
Moving stealthily, shi hoped, shi followed his footprints. he had walked directly into the middle of the warehouse, sturdy little forklifts forming a rough circle.
The Thrilling Solitude
The beach in a beaming blanket of white that hid all potential traces of activity there telling all who observed the landscape, "forget all, forget all of it the footsteps matter no more now nor any sign of the things that shaped the sand whether by footprint
The Conquerer and the Defier
The brown dust that blows around my ankles mixes with the voids in the sand that are left by my footprints and covers up all that would allude to my existence.