Colour realism tattoo of a lion's head across a woman's upper back, framed by black mandala-style ornament and teal shading on the shoulder.

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Realistic lion with mandala ornament on upper back

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A large lion's head with a full, flowing mane fills the centre of the upper back, shown in warm browns, golds and amber with soft shading and fine fur detail. Black and grey mandala and paisley-style ornament curls around the lion on the left and below, with dotted and lined patterns. Teal and blue colour washes across the shoulder and arm, and the photo is taken from directly behind the wearer.

Realism Back Shoulder Lion Mane Mandala Paisley Ornament Heart

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The mason's boy, Tam Hollis, was sent up the broken stair of Carrow Keep with a bucket of lime on a wet October morning, and the lion was already waiting for him in the hall. It lay across the threshold of the old chapel with its chin on its paws, its mane spread over the flagstones like a wheat field after rain. Nobody in the valley had seen it move in forty years, but the steward said it was only sleeping, and that the gate would stay shut for as long as it did.

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Tam did not believe the steward. He had climbed the wall the summer before and seen the carved ring of curls round the postern arch, the little rosettes worked into the stone like frost on a window, and he had counted them the way his mother counted stitches. Every rosette had a dot at its centre. Every dot, his mother said, was a door somebody had closed. So he sat down on the step, opened his lime pail, and hummed the cradle song she sang while she sewed, the one about the miller's ferry, badly, because he had no voice for it.

The lion lifted its head. Its eyes were the colour of weak beer held up to a lamp, and it looked at him for a long time before it yawned and laid its head down nearer the step. Tam finished the song. Then he finished the second verse, which he had never known, and the lion's tail thumped twice against the flags, slow as a clock.

When the steward came looking for him at dusk, the boy was asleep with his back against a warm, tawny flank, and the gate stood open. The steward never told the valley what he found there. Tam kept the keys after that, and the lion's mane still shows in the chapel mortar where the rain runs gold down the wall, and the rosettes round the arch are worn, but every dot is still there.