Black fine line tattoo of an arrow with stippled feathers, a circle and small triangles, on the inner upper arm.

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Fine line arrow on the upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A single arrow runs vertically down the arm, with stippled feathers at the top and a triangular arrowhead at the bottom. A thin outlined circle sits behind the fletching, and small triangles and faint vertical strokes frame the shaft. The linework is delicate and the feathers are softly shaded with dots, all in black ink on pale skin against a blurred background.

Fine line Geometric Upper arm Arrow Feather Circle Triangle Line

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brannoc's daughter shot the last arrow from the north tower of Carrow Keep because the bowstrings had gone to mend the gate chains and there was nothing else left to shoot with. She fletched it herself from three pigeon feathers, grey at the tips, and bound them to the shaft with a strand of her own hair, since no one had thread.

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The siege had run since the spring. The moat lay still and green as bottle glass, and beyond it the Duke's tents stood in a ring around his black pavilion. Her grandmother had told her that the old builders aimed every keep so that a true shot would find the middle of whatever stood below, and that a shot loosed inside a circle of stone would come home again.

She did not aim at the pavilion. She aimed at the iron wheel of the drawbridge winch, a dark ring across the water, and drew until her shoulder burned. The wind dropped as she loosed. The arrow went down the length of the wall, struck the wheel at its hub, and the great chain ran backward through the gate with a sound like a church bell cracking.

When the dust settled, the portcullis had dropped across the Duke's road and his men stood on the far side of it with nowhere to go. In the morning the girl walked down to the moat and found her arrow standing in the mud at the water's edge, its point a small black triangle, its feathers still dry.