Realistic colour tattoo of a large owl with orange eyes in front of a misty forest of bare trees, on the forearm.

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Owl over a misty forest on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A large owl with orange eyes and detailed feather texture faces forward, filling the upper part of the design. Below it, bare trees fade into a teal and green misty woodland, with a yellow glow behind the owl's head. Soft shading and blended colour give the piece depth, and the design runs the length of the limb.

Realism Forearm Owl Forest Tree Moon Mist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Tomas, the owl came back to the east tower on Tuesday, the same night the mist rose off the mere and stayed until the bells at Halverdon went quiet. You will say I imagine things. I have stopped arguing with you about imagination, since you took the good lamp and the last of the tea when you went south.

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Father's accounts are still in the chest under the stair. I have been reading them by the window, where the light holds longest before the trees swallow it. There is an entry for every winter since the roof came down, a line for the bird: one hen, fed on mice, paid in bread. None of us ever knew who kept her. I think now it was the castle itself, or the wood that grew up through the courtyard after the siege, and that the owl is only its way of counting us.

Last night she sat on the broken parapet with her eyes lit like two coins held to a candle, and the moon behind her went the colour of weak tea. I went up with the lantern and she did not move. Below, the birches stood in the fog like men who had walked into the water and forgotten to come out. I counted nine trunks before the lantern guttered, then counted again and there were ten.

I have left the gate unbarred and a dish of bread on the step. Come home before the frost, if you can bear the stairs. I will show you the entry in Father's hand, the one dated the year you were born, which says only: bird returned, all well. I have started to believe him. Your sister, Ilse.