Small traditional-style colour tattoo of a green creature with a ribbon banner wrapped around its body, on the upper thigh.

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Green creature with ribbon banner on thigh

Traditional · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A small green creature lies across a ribbon banner with a dark outline, and its head is turned to the right. The linework is bold and black, with flat fills of green and blue shading on the body and a few red accents on the banner. The tattoo sits low on a pale upper thigh, with striped fabric and a studded denim edge in the background.

Traditional Thigh Creature Ribbon Banner

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The green beast had been lying across the Ribble road for three days before the carter thought to ask it to move. Old Jabez Tull pulled his cart up at the bridge at dawn, saw the creature stretched out in the ruts with its head turned toward the village, and sat down on his tailboard to wait. It had a long back the colour of new gooseberries and a pale ribbon wound about its middle, the ends trailing into the dust like the tails of a kite.

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Nobody in Hollin Cross had ever seen a dragon, though the schoolmaster swore the thing was only a lizard grown too sure of itself. Mrs Ashby brought it a dish of milk. The publican's boy tied a red rosette to one of its loose ribbons. By the second evening the whole parish had walked out to stand in a loose ring and argue about it, and the creature only blinked and went on looking at the church steeple.

On the third morning Tull noticed the ribbon had words stitched along it, too small to read from the road. He crouched down and read them aloud: the names of every child christened in Hollin Cross that year, in the order the vicar had written them. The creature lifted its head, the first movement it had made, and let out a breath that smelled of cut grass.

Tull understood then. He fetched the parish register from the vestry and read the names to the beast, one after another, until the last one was spoken. The creature rose, shook the dust from its back, and walked slowly off toward the hills with the ribbon trailing behind it. The road was clear by noon, and Tull never did find out who had sewn the names on.