Neo-trad tattoo design drawing of a woman with a feathered headdress, animal skulls and red gemstones, shown in grey pencil with red accents.

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Neo-trad woman with feathered headdress

Neo-trad · Mixed · Flash

A pencilled and inked tattoo design of a stylised woman with a closed, downcast face, wearing a feathered headdress with a red-eyed ornament and red gemstone earrings. An animal skull or wolf head sits at the lower left and a second animal head appears at the top right, against a red circle. Shading is grey with bold black outlines and red used as a warm accent, with the sheet of paper surrounded by drawing pens and an eraser.

Neo-trad Woman Headdress Feather Skull Wolf Gemstone Eye Circle Earring

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wolves came down to the Hollin orchard the week the early pears were picked. Maud Tennant, who kept the gate, did not run them off. The old women said the grey one with the notched ear had been there before the first tree was planted, and that a woman who fed it would never go short of fruit in a bad year. Maud had never fed anything except the hens, but she had buried her husband that spring and the orchard had grown wild without him, so she was prepared to try.

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That August the boughs sagged to the grass and only the red apples ripened. Maud walked the rows at dusk with a basket on her hip. Someone had set a ring of windfalls on the wall, one for every tree, and when she asked the Carrow boys they swore it was not them. The wolf was sitting where the wall met the path, head tilted as if listening for a bell. She lifted the first apple and set it down in front of him, and he took it without touching her fingers.

The bargain was the old one. The wolf kept the wasps off the crop and the rooks out of the plums, and Maud gave it the first fruit of every tree and left the topmost Bramley for the birds. It held through September. Then the Carrow boy came up the lane with a ladder and a lantern, meaning to have that top apple for himself, and when the light caught the wolf's eyes at the foot of the trunk he dropped the ladder and ran without his coat.

Maud found the ladder lying in the grass in the morning. The Bramley was bare on its top bough, but on the wall beside the gate sat one red apple, polished, with a grey feather pushed into its stalk. She did not ask where it had come from. She tucked the feather into her hatband and went down the rows in the cool air, and behind her the frost had already drawn the outline of a long animal lying with its chin on its paws, waiting for the next season's bargain.