Black and grey Japanese style sleeve tattoo with a koi fish on the upper arm and shoulder and wave-like linework on the forearm.

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Koi and wave sleeve on a arm

Japanese · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A full arm sleeve shows a large koi fish swimming up the upper arm and over the shoulder, with scale shading and flowing fins. The lower arm carries a dense pattern of swirling waves or clouds in heavy black and grey shading, with some warmer skin tones showing between the linework. The arm is bent and flexed toward the camera against a plain grey tank top and a wooden background.

Japanese Upper arm Forearm Koi Fish Wave Cloud Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the lot of you, and mind the cart wheel, for the road over Hallan Pass has taken three mules and a travelling priest this winter, and I'll not have a fourth. Now. You want the carp. Everyone wants the carp, and nobody ever wants the dull bit where the river is cold and the bread goes soggy.

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The river folk called it the Grey Widow, because it had outlived every man who tried to hook it below the falls. Each spring the snowmelt came roaring down the gorge and the fish went up the cataract, scale by scale, tail slapping the spray like a fist on a table, and each evening it slid back into the pool, too tired to turn for home. Nobody living had seen it reach the top.

A goatherd's son called Tavish Orr, with more nerve than sense, sat on the wet rock one April with a line of horsehair and a heel of bread. The old men warned him. The water would take him, they said, and he said waves had taken worse. On the third night he woke to a sound like a sail filling, and there in the moonlight the whole pool stood up in a curl of silver, and the Widow rode the crest of it, gills open, fins spread like the wings of a black moth.

He did not cast. He just held out the bread. The fish took the crust from his fingers so gently that it did not even get wet, then turned its flat grey eye on him and climbed on up into the dark, and the falls roared behind it like applause. Tavish walked home with no fish and no line, and his hands smelt of river for the rest of his life. They say the Widow still comes up every spring. Mind the wheel.