Full back tattoo of a red-eyed dragon with open jaws, lightning and a stone tower, in realism style, placed across the back with sleeve tattoos visible on both arms.

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Dragon and castle across a back

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A large dragon with open jaws and glowing red eyes dominates the centre of the back, with a fiery throat, forked lightning and a stormy teal sky behind it. A stone tower or castle sits to the left, and a dark rocky ground with claws and smoke fills the lower section. The shading is smooth and detailed with strong contrast, and the warm reds and oranges contrast with the cool blue-green tones of the background.

Realism Back Upper arm Dragon Castle Tower Lightning Fire Storm Cloud Claw Rock

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The mortar was still soft when the sky over Carrow Keep turned the colour of a bruise, and old Mrs Pennock sent me up the south stair with a lantern and a bucket of lime, because the bell rope had parted and somebody had to tie it off before the wind took the whole belfry. I was sixteen and thought the storm was only weather. The stair smelt of wet stone and something sour, like a fox's den.

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At the top the lightning kept showing me the valley in flashes: the mill wheel, the flooded water meadow, and something coming up the ridge that was too long to be a horse. I lit the lantern and turned my back to the slit window, the way my father taught me to face a bull. Behind me the air went hot. Then the great head came over the parapet, black scales beaded with rain, jaws open so wide the lantern light fell straight down its throat, glowing red and orange like a forge door.

It did not eat me. It looked at the bell, then at me, with eyes like two coals someone had forgotten to bank. "The rope," it said, in a voice like gravel falling down a well, "is mine to mend, not yours." I understood then that the tower had been raised on its tail, and that every ringer before me had been paying a debt they never knew of. I tied the knot, and I said what my grandmother used to say to the sea: take what is owed and go.

The dragon lowered its head and set one claw on the parapet, and a curl of smoke rose from the rock below. In the morning Mrs Pennock found the rope neatly knotted, the lime set hard as iron, and a scorched handprint the size of a cartwheel on the lead. The bells have rung true ever since, and nobody in Carrow asks me why I never climb the south stair after dark.