Megan
She watched the process happen, the corpses piled up and used as fuel to stave off more of their own kind. Like a beacon that served as a warning, if the unclaimed even understood symbolism like that. She moved back intk the littel area, sitting on her rear, wide eyed, as if ready to keep moving for years, consecutively.

"Rest..." She said, softly, pulling her boots back off. She pulled her knees up, watching the wabderer now, woth even mkre interest. Like she'd said; a man as strong as Rekkan in her vallage might have a gut, because a man in her village does not do much in the colder phases of the year.

Eventually, she'd returned her curious fingers to his body, tracing his scars wherever she could, making stories in her head on how he got them; she'd returned to lying on her stomach to do this, but this time, she faced him. She circled his bruises, and traced his cuts. She whispered to herself absently, and then loooked up to him. "You have been moving for a... Long time." She said, tilting her head to the side. She'd never seen so many scars, not on one person. But she did know a saying. 'Scars tell unspoken stories of the past.' And if he had this many scars, he likely had just as many stories.
Steven
He could not fathom staying put. Back when he was a kid, Rekkan lived with his tribe, nomads of the vast and arid steppes. They survived through hunting and foraging or, when Winters were roughest, by taking the food of other tribes through martial might. In the end, it was how his tribe was finished. It was a proud and strong collective of families, surrounded by enemies that banded together to stop them. He had the dark past of roaming alone ever since, his fate denied full circle in the same night that his tribe perished.

She was a strange girl. Izojnir touched, she felt and perceived with her fingers. The tips of her soft digits trailed odd patterns along his skin that were met with the sure lines and punctures of his scars. He laid then, as he suggested she should, resting beside her. Letting the girl wander and wonder. He was curious as to what she had under her garments, if there was a mark that told a story. His hands were larger than hers, rougher than hers. They raised his cloak and removed it, they grasped at her clothes and pulled them.

Instinct compelled instinct. His body shifted over the grass, his furred cloak became a sheet under them. Rekkan used his strength to raise her, to slide the warm fabric under them. He used his hand to invade her skin, to trail along the plush flesh and squeeze it. Her body was malleable, doughy to the touch. He enjoyed playing with it. His excitement grew under his callused skin.

"I could use the relief." He smirked. His eyes settled down on hers. Dark browns pierced the veil as bodies touched. They were like animals. They became beasts. Together.

The darkness peered in curiosity. It could not understand, or it understood too much. Rekkan drowned in Izojnir's body. He was surrounded by her. She was warm, warmer still with him bearing down on her, shifting his shape on top of her, coiling her around his frame, taking her.
Megan
Nomadic life was not the way of her village. It was the life of fishing, of self-sustaining in one spot. Everyone did their part. One of the few cases in wich communism might reign unchallenged, without issue. She only left to see what else there was in the world. Trade relative comfort for adventure, if you will. She was still naive to... Most experiences.

She turned her head towards his, as he moved towards her, his hands setting themselves, firm but careful, on her body. She didn't pull away; she watched him, carefully, studying him. She bore no flaws, other than out-of-place moles or freckles, normal marring of human skin. Relief, he said. She almosy chuckled, but was too breathless to do so.

She had not been touched this way before, her 'fate' marking her as taboo to court, as one who might somehow usher in the end times if she were to lose her... Innocence. But even still, she did not pull away, roused desires long dormant rising with new strength.

And so he took her.

And she took him just the same.