We Could Go Anywhere (Nimona)

Part 8

Nimona wasn't sure how much she trusted this boy that she only just now met, but she made sure that he was aware of just what would happen to him if he harmed her adoptive dad. Between the two of them, they figured that Ballister probably had a better chance if he moved camp a few yards away from the base of the mountain, out of the shapeshifters' territory. Then, he could face one or two enemies that would come after him.

Kayden: Thank you...it would've been hard to explain to my superiors why a human was in my patrol a--!

Nimona: I didn't do it for you. I don't even know you. He's my dad and I'm not risking him getting found and attacked by other shifters when I'm not there to protect him, you blue, scrawny, ginger ale bottle fuck. Don't think that I won't make good on my lethal promise. It's better if he only has to fight off humans away from the mountain until I can join him.

The boy gulped and as they came to a gate, Kayden gave the password to open it.

Kayden: Understood. (as they enter) Welcome to Shape Mountain.

Nimona takes in the view. Shapeshifters of all sizes, ages, colors and well...shapes were everywhere. She didn't remember anyone like her, so this was a surprise. Suddenly they stop and Kayden encourages her to bow with him before a burly figure matching Nimona's hair color, presumably their leader.

Nimona: Bitch, I just got away from a dictator, excuse me if I don't kneel.

Man: (deep voice; head snaps towards her) I know that voice...'Nimmy'?

Nimona: Who the fuck are you calling that? I don't even let Bal call me anything like that and I know him a lot more than I know you.

Man: (kneels down; voice deep) You...really don't remember me?

Nimona: (stares defiantly into his eyes) No, so if this is a ploy for my obedience, you can shove it.

Man: Nim, I--!

He gets cut off by his son--also with the same color hair--rushing over to her.

Boy: Nimo!

Before the man can hold him back, he's too close to Nimona who gets a grip on him, flips him over her shoulder and plants his face in the dirt.

Nimona: I don't know any of you! Stay further away from me. I don't remember anything, but you don't approach people without their permission, dimwit!

Man: (in shock; hands up) You...really don't remember us?

Nimona: I was a young kid 1,000 years ago, which Kayden said was when some here lost their families, like I got separated from mine. Am I supposed to be someone to you? Or you to me?