Realistic blue poison dart frog tattoo with black and white spotting and shaded edges, sitting on a woman's shoulder blade.

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Blue poison dart frog on shoulder

Realism · Shoulder · Colour · Photo

A blue poison dart frog is tattooed on the upper back and shoulder, shown in profile with its legs spread across the skin. The black spots on its white-flecked back are finely detailed, and soft black shading along the body gives it a rounded, three-dimensional look. The vivid blue dominates the composition against the pale skin, with a subtle pink tone around the edges.

Realism Shoulder Frog

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The jar came up from the hold wrapped in a wet sail, and when Cassius pried the lid the little frog did not leap out. It sat on a fold of linen and regarded me as though I owed it rent. Blue as the vats at the dye works on Canopic Street, flecked white across the back, with black spots crowded along its shoulders like ink shaken from a reed pen.

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'Poison,' Cassius said, rubbing his palms on his tunic. 'The men across the western sea dip their arrowheads in the skin of these. One touch and a bull goes down before you finish a prayer.' He wanted two hundred drachmae from the physicians at the Museum, who paid well for anything that could stop a heart or start one. I told him the Museum would not pay for a thing that might kill its own clerks.

That night I sat with the jar on the windowsill and the lamp turned low. The frog climbed to the rim, stretched one long foot toward the open air, and then, without any hurry, walked onto my wrist. Its feet were cool and precise, each pad small and exact as a potter's stamp. I had meant to name a price. Instead I carried it down the stairs to the quay, past the sleeping dockers and the stacked amphorae, and set it on a stone that still held the day's heat.

It sat there a long moment, bright against the grey limestone. Then it found a crack and was gone, the only thing in Alexandria that had refused to be sold.