The pulsing sound of techno music filled his body as the patrons of the dance club slid around through the night. There were hundreds of creatures of various races all around, but not a single one cared for what was trodden below. Mathew ran, his heart pounding as hundreds of people smashed and danced around him. All he could smell was sweat, sometimes the sweet smell of a drink or alcohol spilled on the ground. There was trash everywhere, some being stuck to paws and scaly feet as they lifted from the ground. Others wore shoes and boots, which made a horrifying sound as they clopped close to his tiny form. Without fail they would send him spiraling to his hands and knees, before he looked up and saw where he fell.
She danced around him, her paws glowing with a wonderfully eerie white glow as she enjoyed the night. Mathew gave up, laying on his back as he stared up to the fur of her blue ankles as her paws landed around him, covering him in the sweat-coated fur. She had obviously been here a while, but the way he saw it - there was no hope for anyone noticing him. He was simply trash to be trodden underfoot...
Astraya was lost in the music, a smile on her face as she enjoyed her night. With how much alcohol she had most would hardly be able to stand upright, but the way she danced - there wasn't a single bit of care in the world for anything other than the moment. She could feel something beneath her paw for just a moment, but it disappeared nearly instantly when she shifted her weight onto that foot. On a normal day such a sensation would be cause for alarm, for her to check what she stepped on, but now the sensation was a fleeting afterthought to the night.
Mathew watched her paw lift over him and come down, the glowing flesh going from soft to rock-hard in an instant. His skeletal structure kept him together for only a few seconds before it became too much, and everything collapsed inward. He felt it again, the intense pain of being crushed once more as she continued to dance the night away without a care to his existence. He was simply a speck on her sole as she went about her time, the alcohol keeping her from truly making an effort to care for the little creature beneath her foot. It wasn't long before Mathew once again only felt the cool embrace of death, his body being destroyed with every second on the dance floor...
A shame - Astraya was a kind-hearted soul. Had she found him in-tact, she would have given him aid like anyone would a cat or dog.
But instead he's a speck on her ever-glowing sole, to be walked off like dirt by the end of the night and spread throughout the dance floor...