Black and grey realism back tattoo showing Zeus holding a lightning bolt, an eagle, a rearing horse on a shield, an owl and Greek temple columns.

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Greek mythology back piece in black and grey

Realism · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A large full back piece showing a bearded figure resembling Zeus holding a lightning bolt among clouds, with an eagle above and a shield bearing a rearing horse on the right. Below, a robed statue stands between Greek temple columns, with an owl perched on the right and forked lightning running down both sides. The work uses soft grey shading and fine detail across the clouds, stone and drapery, and the composition is symmetrical around the central figure.

Realism Back Lightning bolt Eagle Shield Horse Owl Column Cloud Statue

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The salt had crusted the mainsail stiff, so Thea sat on the wet thwart with her knife and cut the cord free one strand at a time while her grandfather steered them into the grey. Above the mast the clouds were piling up like sheep at a gate, and somewhere inside them the old thunder-king was turning his bolt over in his hands, deciding who would be struck.

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"He does not hate fishermen," her grandfather said, the way he always did when the sky grumbled. "He only wants his shield back from the boys who stole it."

She had heard the story a hundred times. A horse-shield, bright as a coin, had gone down to the sea in a fit of pride, and the king had sent his eagle to fetch it. Nobody had seen the eagle since. Thea had decided it lived in the cloud bank, keeping watch over the drowned columns of the old temple out past the reef.

The wind turned all at once. Lightning ran down the sky like a crack in a plate, and for the length of one breath the water lit up white around a row of stone pillars, a roof half fallen in, and a robed woman standing knee deep among the waves with an owl upon her shoulder. The owl turned its head and looked at Thea as if she owed it money.

Her grandfather grabbed the tiller and swore. Thea did not swear. She unpicked the last knot, reached into her coat for the brass button her mother had sewn there, and leaned over the gunwale to offer it to the statue. The owl dropped a grey feather onto her palm. Then the cloud split, the sea went flat as glass, and they came home with the sun in their faces and the feather held tight in her fist.