When she sees him for the first time, she almost recognizes him, is the thing.
Well- she does recognize him. It's Ren, obviously, all brown hair and big ears and tail and his certain way of baring his teeth and he's the right height and shape and-
It's Ren, is the point. It is very obviously Ren.
It's just that Ren died quite early on, and Pearl has been alone for a long, long time.
She won, thanks to Scott's help, but she has scars from the second explosion, and the rest of her dogs died with him. The borders shot out, and she was left to explore.
And explore she did. She didn't want to see the remains of the Red Velvet Keep, or Box, or the Ranch, or the Relation, or the Mid-Century-Modern-whatever-the-hell, or Cleo and Scott's places.
She definitely didn't want to see her tower ever again.
Little houses she made on the way out were always cute little coves built into hills. Low to the ground. Safe and cozy.
Lonely.
She sees him in the morning, staring out from a cliff edge she built her newest little house by. He's close enough that she can see him clearly, but far enough that she doesn't try to call out. Her voice is hoarse from disuse. She hasn't talked to anyone in weeks.
Still, she starts the trek up to the top of the cliff where he was.
He's gone by the time she gets there, but that's okay. She's patient. She can be patient.
She sits, capelet wrapped around her shoulders like it'll do more than it really will, and waits.
She falls asleep at some point. Of course she does. She's exhausted. She's been exhausted for longer than she can remember.
She wakes up to a voice.
"The hell are ya doin' here, lassie?" Asks someone who is barely Ren in a voice that is barely Ren's.
Pearl blinks her eyes open and turns.
He's not the Ren she knows. Sunglasses on a snarling face, hair messy and sticky with blood, a crown of gold with spines that look sharp enough to stab, a cloak of grey fur, a scar displayed almost proudly around his neck, and claws sharper than Ren has ever had.
There's something wrong with him.
That's fine. There's something wrong with her too.
"Hi Ren," Pearl says.
Ren - or not - growls. "Who th' hell are you?"
Pearl leans alllll the way back, so that she's lying down and staring up at him. He curls forward to look at her in a way that is familiar- Ren always tried to keep himself low to the ground.
"I'm Pearl," Pearl says. "I'm the Scarlet Snow Witch." She accentuates the name with a giggle. It had always been too high pitched for the others to feel comfortable.
"Hm," Ren-or-not says. "I'm Ren Dog." He is Ren, then.
He smiles in a way that is more showing off his teeth- and they are sharp and bloodied and beautiful in a way that only her tired mind can appreciate.
"Ye may call me th' Red Winter King though."
"Wow...." Pearl gasps. "We're the same then, aren't we?"
The Red Winter King raises a brow. "Are we?"
Pearl reaches an arm up, and imagines touching his crown. She wonders if he would let her.
"Yeah. Red winter. You're talking about blood on the snow, aren't you? The only difference is that you're a king, and I'm a witch. But that's okay, isn't it? We're just a little different. Not too much. Not too similar either."
The Red Winter King makes a rumbling sound in his chest and kneels down so that her hand only barely avoids touching his face. She pulls her arm back.
"Nay," he says. "Th' Red Winter r'fers to me." He lowers his sunglasses, and Pearl can see his eyes now - bright red.
Third life red.
Pearl gasps. "You're red!"
The Red Winter King surveys her, then puts his glasses back on properly. "As are thou."
"I don't think that's how that word works."
The Red Winter King - but he looks more like Ren, here - sniffs. "The word works as I wish it to, lassie."
Pearl stares.
"You should join me," Pearl says suddenly. "I'm going on a big adventure, and I want you to join me. We'll be red together. A king and a witch."
Ren - because she can't look at him and see anyone but Ren - stares down at her. His lips curl into a smile slowly, slowly.
"A king and a witch. I think I can work wit' that." He offers a hand out to shake, and Pearl takes it, upside down.
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I’m past half way through Martyn’s third life movie and I have a few things to say:
1. He has always been a little menace
2. Grian and Scar are clearly the villains and I refuse to argue about it
3. Tango has been sus of Martyn since day 1, it wasn’t just in limited life
4. I miss Ren in the life series and how dramatic this group is, theatre kid energy my beloved
5. Martyn’s editing has been top notch and people who complain about the whole watcher lore in future seasons are very blind, my guy, it’s been here forever lmao, you just have to watch his perspective to see it or don’t if you want to ignore it uwu
6. After only seeing Ren, Grian and recently Scott, I can see why people have this as their favourite season. Personally it’s my least favourite but only because I love the new rules and game mechanics that are created, along with that this is the only one I didn’t watch while they were being uploaded. I just saw it on tumblr once week people crying about block men
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can you make a thirdlife desertduo gender and pronouns? i was initially only going to say one of them, but id prefer them both. thank you :)
ThrDesertic
ThrDesertic: A gender related to desert duo from Third Life, could stim from the over their all vibe or just their aesthetic!! This gender may be connected to the desert, dying loyalty, and/or reputation points!
(4 different flags because I couldn’t settle on only a single design)
Desert Duo themed pronouns
Desert/Desertself
Cactus/Rings/Cactusself/Ringself
Cactus/Cactusself
Alliance/Allianceself
Reputation/Boards/Reputationself/Boardself
Duo/Duoself
Finale/Finaleself
Trap/Trapself
Green/Greenself
Yellow/Yellowself
Red/Reds
💚/💚self
💛/💛self
❤️/❤️self
🌵/🌵self
⚔️/⚔️self
📜/📜self
-Mod Eye
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