The dancefloor was a very dangerous place to be, and for the most part Anirus wondered how he got here. The lights flashed, confusing the little creature as feet pounded all around him, stumbling more and more into the machine that seemed to be designed for one thing: Smashing little people like him. It was a rave, dancers scooted around, paws pounded the ground, feet smashed bits of food around him as people danced carefree to the beat.

He was surprised he lasted as long as he did before he caught a paw to the chin, sending him flying and landing on his back. He coughed, trying to sit up a moment before a paw, bright blue, slapped down on him. The other paw lifted in the dance, Spark's entire weight rested directly on him smashing him into the dancefloor, and pasting him to her paw for the night.

Spark continued to dance, not knowing what she did to Ani.

(This version of Anirus became Adriel, in Cerolian Sagas)