Neo-traditional tattoo sleeve on an upper arm showing a red fox face among green leaves, with a fox tail and a dark animal's clawed paws below.

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Fox and foliage sleeve on upper arm

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

A large sleeve tattoo shows a red fox's face at the centre, with its whiskers and eyes detailed in shaded fur. Below it, a fox tail and a dark brown animal with clawed paws sit among layered olive and brown leaves, with a sunburst-like shape behind the fox's head. The linework is bold and the shading is soft, with warm orange and red tones contrasting against the dark greens and browns.

Neo-trad Botanical Upper arm Fox Leaves Tail Paw Animal Sunburst

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fox was sitting on the pithead steps when Ruth Cardew unlocked the lamp room, its brush laid neatly over its feet like a woman keeping her skirts clear of the wet. Nobody in Hollin had seen one that close before. The men said a fox on the pit yard meant a shift would come up safe, and Ruth had decided long ago not to believe the men about most things. She stepped round it with the keys in her fist.

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By noon the cage had stopped twice and the foreman was shouting down the shaft for Pritchard and his boy. The old ventilation grate on the east side had sealed itself under a fall of spoil the week before, and the air in the lower drift had gone thick and still. Ruth found the fox there again, pawing at the brick with a dark mole in its jaws, dropping it, pawing again. Its claws scraped the mortar loose a stone at a time, and the leaves blown in from the allotments gathered in the gap as if they meant to help.

When the grate gave, cold air rushed up the shaft so hard it lifted the lamp flames sideways. Somewhere below, a voice called out, cracked and furious and alive. Ruth looked around for the fox, but there was only a scatter of red hair on the brick and a smell of earth. Up on the spoil heap, a bright tail flicked once among the rust-coloured bracken, and then it was gone.