Colour realism tattoo of a blue dragon and a red dragon facing each other to form a heart shape on the upper back.

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Blue and red dragons forming a heart on back

Realism · Back · Colour · Photo

Two winged dragons, one blue and one red, face each other with their heads meeting at the top and their wings curving outwards to form a heart. Their scales and wing membranes are rendered with smooth shading, highlights and fine ridges, and their tails intertwine at the bottom of the design. The photograph is taken close up and straight on, with the tattoo centred on the skin between the shoulder blades.

Realism Back Dragon Heart Wing Tail Scale

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Stop fidgeting and listen, because the tale will not wait for the fire to warm your hands. High above the salt flats of Tarsa there lived a blue dragon called Ysolt, scaled like river ice, and on the far side of the ridge a red one called Keth, whose breath could turn barley to ash. They had hated each other since the first winter, when Keth burned the herds that Ysolt had frozen to keep alive for the hungry towns below.

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Every spring the two of them flew at each other across the pass, and every spring they stopped short, wings cracking open wide, because neither would be the first to drop. The shepherds of both valleys grew old watching this. Their children grew up believing the sky was a border. Then a drought came up from the south, and the rivers that fed both valleys shrank to threads, and the dragons found they could not fight on empty bellies.

So they came down to the pass together, Ysolt's frost and Keth's fire meeting in a hiss of steam. Neither spoke. They only lifted their heads until their brows touched, and their wings swept out and curved round like the two halves of a cupped hand, and their tails knotted at the base where the river used to run. The rain came that night, so the old women say, though the old men say it was only the steam. Both are true, and I will not argue with either.

That is why the pass is called the Heart's Gate, and why no child of Tarsa or Keth is ever sent to fight over water. Go on, the embers are warm enough. Pass the bread to your brother, and mind the knot in that cord, for the dragons never did untangle theirs.