#torris

The gods of the Kingdoms

the style was inspired by the lineless lasso tool jumalanpelko style! love the comic and the art and wanted to try a version of it :)

lore time below if you’re interested!

Nobody said it would be easy

by desomnis

@torriis​ said:  “   how  is  the  tank  almost  empty ??  i  thought  you  said  you  got  gas  before  we  left !!  ” - Jason to Glenn

                             Fingers drag along his face as he lets out a tired sigh, he did fill the tank. Just the wrong tank, damn he was short twelve hours of sleep and this was the result. It could’ve also been the whiskey that may have led him to misinterpret which gas tank Jason said to fill up, but he’d eat his fuck up like a man. One bite after grisly bite. 

                              “ I filled up the cruiser, look I’m shit right now Jason. “ 

                             Man was he ever, it’d been a while since he’d been this eat up before. Patty wasn’t letting Maple come down for the week and for the life of him he couldn’t get it out of her why, it made the hairs on his neck raise and his gut twist. He was terrified it’d only take one good squabble between them two to really piss her off and let her fuck up his visitation, and he’d go down hill if he didn’t get to see his little girl. He’d have to contact Calvin again, see if he could check out what was going on back in Patricia’s neck of the woods. 

@torriis​ said:  “   okay ,   i  swear  this  is  not  what  it  looks  like .   ” Kam to colton. because i totally had to lmao

                          It was freezing. Winter was rolling in and frost was putting its damn hands on everything it could touch, which left a sour expression on Colton’s face. It made sneaking a cigarette hell and as his boots crunched into the stiffening grass and slickening dirt, his eyes caught movement off between the branches ahead. Resting the unlit cigarette in his mouth Colton moves ahead far too curious to simply shrug it off and let anything be, maybe that was his curse. Careful with his footsteps he avoids the grassy patches trying to maintain his balance as he hastily followed along after the figure. 

                          Now this was dangerous, he was unarmed and following someone or something he couldn’t quite decipher. How many times had he warned Aaron and Tyler away from this kind of behavior and instilled it in his ranch hands as well? He was a hypocrite, but that he could live with so long as his brothers didn’t find out. 

                           Whoever this was could move, swiftly and deftly almost through the woods. Almost as if they were overly familiar with the layout, and with that in mind Colton sped up. The sudden silence all around making the hairs on his forearms raise as he peered out from behind a cluster of trees to spy Kamryn, the deputy ahead shoveling dense and heavy dirt back into a hole. Brows arched high on his head, she was smart snow would cover the hole long enough that the ground would settle long before anyone found it. 

                           What the fuck was he thinking? Easing from behind the trees he clears his throat, hand fishing for the lighter in his breast pocket as she spoke and tried to plead her innocence. 

@torriis​ said:  “   there’s  a  gas  station   five  miles    from  here .   we’re  just  gonna  have  to  push  the  car  there .   ” - Brig to Tyler 

                         A deep sigh falls from Tyler’s lips as he shakes his head, shades being pushed up higher onto his head as he stares at the long stretched road ahead. He didn’t account for running out of gas, granted they didn’t take his vehicle either they’d stuck with Brig’s and while Tyler hadn’t objected there is a portion of him that wishes he had. He didn’t want to walk, call him childish but the boots he’d just bought were not cut out for the asphalt. The cigarette between his lips bobs as he turns it in his mouth, pressing it into the corner of his mouth. 

                         “ You got a bandana? “ 

                          He’d noticed while Brig’s drove the old C10 leaned more to the right when rolling on its own, they’d have to tie the wheel off to ensure it didn’t run off into the ditch. Hands on hips Tyler can’t help but cast a glance behind them and in front of them out of paranoia, it was amazing how easily he could feel like his father was to appear out of thin air and reprimand him for being so foolish. Withdrawing from the cab Tyler rolls up his sleeves while taking a drag of his cigarette, palms pressed to the tail gate of the old truck. 

 @torriis​ said:  “i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.” Jason to Glenn

                          A smile cracks across Glenn’s face, the sudden admission poking right at his own humor. Maybe that's what Glenn respect about Jason, he wasn't that much younger than he and he was holding his own pretty damn well by the looks of it. Hands clap together as he grins at the other nodding, he fully understood where the other was coming from. It was a hard job, keeping peace -- ending the fights and disputes of others that didn’t involve you one damn bit. It was also easy to get lost in them and get hurt, emotionally or physically and when he was younger Glenn had fallen prey to the latter at one point. It explained the way he wheezed if he laughed too hard, that bullet wound nicked his lungs and left him sound like a deflating air mattress. 

                         At least that had been what his brother Thomas had said after visiting him some later months after moving to Woodridge, it’d been good to see him then and even looking at Jason; Glenn could see the faint similarities in personality. The wheeze slips between his lips as he coughs to shield it, the former memory of his little girl giggling at him calling him a chew toy enough to twist his smirk into a softer shaded grin. 

                         “ Y’know I think if I’d been a little bit more bold, I wouldn't have gotten into so much shit like I used too. “ 

                           His grin is still there as he sniffs and straightens, patting his pockets for his packet of cigarettes. Brows drawing too as he continues to pat himself like he’s at the airport going through check in, before frowning. One brow cocking to the side as he casts a look at Jason. 

     torris said:  “it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.” - Kam to Colton

                   Defeat wasn’t an easy topic for Colton Marshall, in fact it was one of the few subjects he struggled with the most. If Aaron was arrogant and Tyler was apathetic, Colton was surely adamant. Vandalism happened more often than he’d like it too and at times some of said vandalism involved his livestock, this was nothing short of one of those times. His cow, Turnip, a brown and white Jersey cow that he quite enjoyed now bellowed from where she was tied up. She had spray paint along her side and from where he stood he was certain Turnip was distressed. 

                    Not on your property there fore its a case for the county, and now here he was once more face to face with Deputy Florence. Long legs hiking up over the dilapidated barb wire fence, and hurrying on over to soothe the wild eyed cow. The level voice behind him reminding him that now isn't the time to get worked up, showing his ass wasn't how to win this situation. No, not even cursing would remove the spray paint and or wipe this traumatic memory from Turnip. This was a moment for Tyler it would seem, when he could nonchalantly look at a situation and merely quirk a corner of his lips as if in amusement. Nothing ever seemed to get to him, unless you knew where to twist the knife.