Blue watercolour-style fox tattoo on a person's upper chest, with paint-like splashes trailing up towards the shoulder.

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Blue watercolour fox on chest

Chest · Colour · Photo

A fox in blue ink is shown mid-stride across the upper chest, with its head turned to the left and a thin reddish sketch outline under its legs. The fox is filled with soft, bleeding blue washes, and loose splashes of the same blue run from its tail up and over the shoulder. The image is taken close up against a plain pale background.

Chest Shoulder Fox Splash Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Osric had mixed the last of the blue on the feast of Saint Brendan, and by the vigil of the Annunciation the scriptorium's indigo pot was dry as bone. The abbot wanted the Psalter of Hennock finished before Easter. Without blue, the sky over the Lord's head would stay bare, and the Lord would look like a man standing in a field.

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Then the fox began to come. It came over the wall after compline, a thin red thing with a white-tipped tail, and it sat on the sill of the scriptorium and watched Osric grind his stones. One morning the pot was empty and the fox's pawprints ran across the vellum in a line of soft blue, bleeding into the margins. Brother Ruan wanted it shot. Osric said nothing, but he set a bowl of milk on the sill.

On the third night he followed it. The fox went down the fell path to the dye-houses at the ford, where the river ran blue below the tanners' sheds because the dyers emptied their vats there. It stopped on the stones, dipped its tail in the current, and then went up the slope through the frost, shaking blue drops onto the white snow so that each one opened like a flower. By the time it reached the chapel wall, its shoulder was blue as a jay's back.

Osric painted the Psalter's sky that Lent with the water he had carried up in a tin cup, thinned and wet with the fox's colour. The abbot praised the sky and asked where the pigment came from. Osric only said the brothers should leave the sill open. In the last illumination, at the foot of the page where the margin meets the edge, a small red fox runs with a blue tail, looking back over its shoulder toward the monks, as if it knew it had been seen.