Black and grey realism tattoo of a snarling lion head with a full mane, covering the forearm.

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Realistic lion head on forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A large lion head faces forward with a full, shaded mane, narrowed eyes and an open snarling mouth showing teeth. The fur and mane are built from soft, layered grey shading and fine dark strokes, giving a detailed, photographic texture. The design fills the forearm vertically against a plain background of skin and a grey upholstered surface.

Realism Forearm Lion Lion head Mane Teeth Portrait

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had been falling since Martinmas, and by the second week of January the lane to Harrow Fold was gone under it, so nobody thought to ask who was coming up from the river. Mabel Tuck was first at the byre door. She saw the mane before anything else, a grey rough mane heaped like a haystack, and above it two eyes narrowed against the wind.

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The lion did not want the cows. It wanted the old gatepost stone that had stood at the bottom of the orchard since her grandfather's day, the one with a worn face on it that nobody could name. It sat down in the snow beside the stone and opened its mouth, and the teeth showed yellow in the lamplight. Her brother Ned wanted to take the pitchfork to it. Mabel said a beast that had walked that far in January was owed the courtesy of a question.

So she asked it what it had walked from. The lion said a travelling show had gone through the ice at the crossing, the keepers drowned, and it had kept its feet because lions do. It had come to the stone because the stone was its brother, cut from the same grey quarry, and a brother should not stand alone in a frozen field. Ned said that was nonsense. Mabel fetched a bucket of mash, and the stone was left where it stood.

Come the thaw, the orchard grew wild and the lane went to slush, and the lion walked off toward the hills. The gatepost was found years later with its mane picked out in fresh moss, grey at the roots. The Tucks still leave a bucket beside it in hard winters. Ned swears the lion ate the mash and not the cows, and that is all he will say.