The thick, syrupy liquid pooled down into the monster's gaping maw as its laughs bred desperation and terror amongst its victims. "Kill them, gut them, and make them understand." The demon's whispers only spurred the monster on, as it promised blood to the other. "Make me feel alive." The monster moaned in ecstasy as it watched the faces of its enemies morph into masses of thick, sinewy and bloody skin. Its companions hid from its fearsome presence, for they feared it more than anyone could ever hope to imagine. The monster turned to look at them with a wicked look in its eyes. After a few moments spent in tense silence, it sent them a bored stare and ordered them to accompany it to its lair. The monster, with guts braided into its hair and blood, spattered upon its pale, smooth skin, frightened its companions. What scared them the most, however, was when it would drink the blood of anyone it killed and feast upon their flesh. When finished, it would turn to its companions and grin. The malicious grin it sported caused chills to race up and down their spines, as blood pooled onto the floor and around the monster's teeth. Relief filled their weary bones when it crushed its opponent because that meant it would not feast on the sweet succulent blood of its victims. It also meant that Temari and Kankuro would not have to explain to their father why Gaara was covered in blood and smiling.