An interesting scroll depicts creatures we long thought extinct or mere myth. In the depths there are two mortal enemies in the Carbon Dogs and Chomposaurs. Though they are bitter foes, the dogs tend to avoid conflict. But the cruel Chomopsaurs will massacre young dogs whenever possible. The alpha of the pack assumes the strange power of the Diamond Dog in its rage and sorrow, and a mortal battle begins. A rolling maelstrom of tooth and claw... fire and earth. Titans locked in mortal combat. The diamond teeth sink into the great serpents neck as stamina gives way and its body slowly and painfully turns to mineral. It thrashes for all its worth in a final attempt to make sure the fight would have no survivors.

[Halloween 2009] "It’s been a year since the humans of this village last called us ‘Monsters,’ and my little ones are getting quite ‘Mondo’ in their own rights now. They’ve invited us to partake in their human rituals, tonight seems to be a night of disguises and gorging… I’ll have to practice moderation with the kids. This human in front of me has coloured his skin, he looks like a corpse. But I can smell life in him, he’s not dead. Why is he resting here… unassuming… eyes closed and not asleep? Does he intend to scare my children? I can’t comprehend these rituals yet." Drawn to be more flouncy than my usual dreck, less horror and less distinct, more childlike and in the spirit of Halloween fun.