Animal head tattoos on fingers

Realism · Hand · Mixed · Photo

This collage shows nine close photographs of small animal head tattoos on fingers, including a fox, a lynx, a leopard, a tiger, a lion, a wolf, a panda, a deer and a unicorn. Most designs use soft shading and fine detail to render fur, eyes and noses, while the fox, leopard and unicorn use orange, yellow and rainbow colour. Each tattoo fills the width of a single finger and is shown against plain skin or a neutral background.

Realism Hand Fox Leopard Tiger Lion Wolf Panda Deer Unicorn Animal head Collage

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tobias Quayle filed the nine heads from a single sheet of hammered brass, working by the window until the lamplighter came down Harrow Lane. The fox went first, because his father had always said a fox was the cleverest thing in the county. Then the lynx with its tufted ears, the leopard, the tiger with its striped brow, the lion whose mane he cut three times before it sat right, the grey wolf, the panda, the deer with antlers no thicker than hair, and last of all the unicorn, which nobody in Harrow Lane had ever seen but which Mrs Pell swore she had glimpsed behind the chapel.

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Mrs Pell had ordered them for the autumn dance at the pier hall, where the band played until the tide turned and the lamps went out along the boards. She wanted one ring for each of her nine nieces, delivered before the Saturday, though she could not say which niece would take which animal.

On the Friday night the workshop smelled of solder and cold oil. Tobias set the unicorn last, and when he lifted it from the bench its horn caught the lamp and threw a thin gold line across the ceiling. He meant to box it with the rest, but he kept turning it over, and in the end he slid it onto his own smallest finger, where it fitted as though it had been waiting.

On the Saturday he carried the box down to the pier. The hall was thick with spinning skirts and a fiddle playing too fast, and Mrs Pell took the box without counting the rings. By midnight the eight animals had found eight fingers, and nobody asked about the ninth. Tobias stood by the door with his hand in his pocket, the unicorn warm against his palm, and watched the lamps go out along the boards one by one.