Colourful neo-traditional tattoo of a purple creature with red eyes and a green beak, set against blue fan-shaped leaves, on the back of a calf.

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Purple creature with green beak on a calf

Neo-trad · Calf · Colour · Photo

A purple creature head with red eyes, sharp white teeth and a green beak sits at the centre of the design, with an orange curved line behind it. Blue fan-shaped leaves with black outlines and hatched shading surround the head, and a few smaller blue shapes trail below. Bold black linework and bright, mostly flat colour fill the design, which is shown from behind on the back of a bare lower leg against a tiled floor.

Neo-trad Calf Creature Monster Leaves Fan Beak Eye

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hush now, all of you, or I will tell it to the cake. Pass me that glass, Dennis, and put the phone away. This is about the Mirrel, who lived in the fern hollow past Carrow Mill, where the leaves grew as wide as cartwheels and as blue as a gas flame. Nobody saw the Mirrel properly. You saw a purple head rising out of the fronds, two red eyes like pennies in a puddle, a mouth of teeth as white as candle wax, and a green beak that could crack a walnut without the creature noticing.

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Every spring the Mirrel kept the path to the chapel. Anyone wanting to marry had to walk through the hollow, and the Mirrel would lean out and ask one question. It was never the vicar's question. Its own question was always the same: what are you afraid of losing? Most couples laughed and said nothing much, and the creature sniffed and let them pass through the soaking ferns, ruining their good shoes. Miller's girl Hanne, though, took a long breath and said she was afraid of becoming the sort of person who stops listening. The orange curl that trailed behind the Mirrel, which folk called its tail and others called its breath, went very bright.

Then the creature did something it had never done. It folded every blue leaf over the path until the hollow became a tent, sat back on its haunches, and waited while Hanne and her Tomas talked low and long. When they came out the far side, the rain that had fallen all morning had stopped, and a single green scale lay on the path where the beak had been. Hanne kept it in her purse for fifty years, and she showed it to me once, and it was warm.

So if you walk the fern road today, you will see the blue fans still standing. Mind the teeth. And now, Dennis, cut the cake before the Mirrel gets hungry.