Pushed to its limits and beyond, this Carbon Dog rages. They have never been tamed, never been broken. But this cartel aimed to do just that. Starved, beaten, humiliated, mutilated. But when they threatened to do the same to the cubs of his pack, something inside him ignites. The heat of his rage is melting away his specially treated restraints and shielded wires to the inhibitor around his neck. His body oscillates between fur and a mineral substance. He glows a full spectrum of brilliant light and his strength starts to increase exponentially. He is about to realize and release a strange and beautiful power in a very sudden and violent way.

Forged in the antediluvian womb, born of the Earth and borne on its cascading soil. The seed, the source, the timeless sentinel that bore the rest of its kind. The leavening agent of the plant kingdom. Promoting growth, permitting their spread. Yet long years separate the wizened from the progeny of their progeny. The primeval becomes weary, but the vigilance never fades.

[Halloween 2009] It's one thing to raise the dead, it is another to bring life directly to undeath.The flesh must be made to scream, to cry out in its utmost level of pain. The demon beneath the skin struggles against its meek human trappings. It is too big for the living form. The anatomy breaks, the flesh sloughs off in great lops. And the pain is remembered and carried forever. They become as jealous as they are vicious. Little meatlings prancing around town, they do not share this pain. They wish only to make everything else comprehend the extent of their torture.