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Never let it be said that there were limitations to a Nomad’s loyalty. To have a limitation, a reservation regarding the request of the collective, was a blatant insult and a grandiose display of disloyalty that would not be forgotten so long as the generation lived on to share the tale with their offspring. Such blasphemy was unacceptable, even of its Shepard whom upheld these ideals. But never let it be said the price of loyalty wasn’t steep. To humble and shame in a single instance all for the sake of family; was there any greater price than one’s dignity for that?
Time and again the Nomad wondered this. Anticipating what her mate would say…what her brother would say. How her Shepard- her Father would look upon her now. Would he be glad his teachings were taken to the fullest extent to heart? Or would he be ashamed to see his first born lying next to the scourge of their family? She could hardly look at herself, let alone the mutt beside her. Each moment awake to look into his eyes was a reminder of what she would do for her Family, and just how far she had fallen in her heart and soul for them. Bitter was a childish word. It was not even close enough to express her disdain. But it would suit for the time until the civilized tongue could fashion something more vile that she may utter it time and time again until her voice turned hoarse and she was rendered mute. It would…just have to do.
With the first light of the morning in her eyes, the Nomad awoke to the pale sight of her…new mate as she always did. A quick glance over his body to ensure he was not injured, then a quick bound from the den to be gone for the remainder of the day. Only when she was yards away and the scent of the den was immediately out of reach did she stop for a moment to stretch the nightly atrophy from her limbs. Amidst the pull did her stomach growl, demanding food for what she dreaded could have been growing inside. Starvation would have been selfish…ignoring it would have done no good to herself or to the alliance she hoped to achieve. But how she wanted to indulge, and yet refused for her Family and reminded herself time and again that her sacrifices to her dignity were for them.
The body could be wounded and then it would heal. But one’s pride was not so easy to mend once it was damaged. And now torn it was…