Black fine line arrow tattoo with chain links, a triangular head, feathered fletching and a dotted circle on the inner forearm.

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Fine line arrow with chain and feather

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A vertical arrow runs the length of the forearm, with a pointed head at the top, a chain of linked segments along the shaft, and a small triangle above the feathered tail. A thin dotted circle with a fine outline sits behind the fletching, with dots and a short tassel-like line below. The linework is fine and even, shaded in soft greys against pale skin, and the design is centred in a neat, balanced composition.

Fine line Geometric Forearm Arrow Feather Chain Triangle Circle Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The carter Ruhl had driven the Salt Road for thirty years without once being asked to carry a debt, so when the widow at Serrat pressed a bundle into his hands he expected salt or dates. Instead he found an arrow wrapped in a chain of small brass links, each one stamped with a name he half recognised. Her husband had given water to a dozen caravans in the dry year, she told him, and each of those men had promised a link. The arrow was to go to the wells at Hadd, where the stone circle marks the last shade before the flats, and the hawk's feather tied at its tail with red thread was the seal of the promise.

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At Hadd the well-keeper was an old man with a pale dot of scar on one cheek. He looked at the arrow for a long time and would not touch it. "Shoot it toward the triangle of stones," he said. "Where the chain runs out, the arrow goes home." Ruhl laughed, because he had never shot a bow in his life, but the keeper only waited, so he strung the thing with trembling hands and loosed it at the far cairn.

The arrow went over the dunes and dropped into the sand twenty paces short. The chain rattled and slid off the shaft, link by link, and each brass ring rolled across the sand and sank out of sight. Ruhl knelt to gather them, but the keeper shook his head. "Those were paid the moment they left her hands. You are the one who is short."

Ruhl walked back to Serrat with the arrow shaft under one arm and nothing in his bundle but the feather. At the widow's door he gave her the shaft and told her what had happened. She took it, turned it over, and found that the brass had all gone, except one link still caught on the feather's quill, which she put around his wrist and fastened shut.