Pain. That was its one and only constant in life. The creature struggled to remember what had renewed its newfound pain, it's one good eye blinking. It remembered the green and blue hues of the tunnel it had led its lesser brethren into.

It also remembered the giant four-armed creature that it had run into, along with its swarm of lesser…lesser…daemons!

Yes, yes that was it.

The creature stirred, memories beginning to come back in full. It had followed the swansong of the Fleet down the tunnels before something had gotten in its way. The foul-smelling four-armed thing had wrestled with it before overwhelming it and throwing it here, wherever that was. It had to be close still though, the beast could still smell its spoor from here.

It cast its gaze around, sighting a scant few of its lesser brethren remaining in a sloped, heavy-wooded area. They too seemed to acknowledge that the Fleets swansong was still coming from above. It was growing faint though, the beast sensed, it had to hurry.

SMASH!

The beast turned, talons raising and claws unfolding, to a sight most peculiar. There was a bipedal snack-sized creature running from what appeared to be another of those tunnel daemons. This one in particular was a large quadruped nearly the size of the beast itself, its eyes glowing an unnatural blue behind a white mask. Roaring out a challenge, the beast bullrushed it, the snack rolling away, slamming the daemon into a nearby boulder, and with the interlopers forelegs contained in its claws, it slashed its talons straight through the creatures face.

The beast turned away from the large, dissolving daemon, it knew better than to attempt to eat the flesh, and turned towards the snack, which was standing stock still off to the side, eyes strangely glittering like the stars and mouth agape.

The snack held out a hand to touch it, and when it did things got awkward.

"Eeeeee! I found a sloth!"