Disclaimer: The Nakaleen Feeders all belong to JMS. I'm not sure he ever gave them folklore, but if he did, that belongs to him, too.
There is a story, as it were, among Nakaleen Feeders, who don't really have language, or stories. It starts, "Once there was a Feeder who ate a God."
After that it gets hazy. Nakaleen Feeders are only semisentient, and they don't have words. Especially not words for transcendence. The best approximation that the Feeders had was a feeling something like, "Once there was a Feeder who ate a God, and it had a constant supply of food and mates forever afterward."
Once there was a Feeder who ate a God. And it understood language. And it understood the sounds the other Gods made, and it knew what it meant to say 'Once there was a Feeder who ate a God.' And it knew that it would have a constant supply of food and mates forever afterward, because that was the story, from a race that didn't have stories. The Feeder who ate a God was no longer semisentient.
It was very far from home.
It knew, now, sentiments for strange, for pain, and for fear, knew them from its life before, but now it knew more sentiments, more words; lonely, was one, and unfulfilled.
The Feeder knew what it was to eat a God. And it grew bitter. Bitter was a new sentiment, as well.
Hunger was an old one.
The Feeder knew what it was to eat a God. It knew what language was, and thought, and feeling. It began to understand from where came language, and thought, and feeling.
It hungered.
And it learned how to ask for more.