Flash sheet of seven black silhouette emblems on a tan background, including a lion head, boar, ram, serpent, fox, a creature with a spiral tail and a ring of eyes, with Japanese title text.

Seven Deadly Sins emblem flash sheet

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A flash sheet of seven black silhouette emblems on a plain tan background, arranged in rows with a ring of eyes and spikes below. The lion head, boar, ram, serpent, fox and spiral-tailed creature are drawn in bold solid black with simple cut-out details such as mane lines, hoofprints, scales and small sun or star motifs. The Japanese characters and romanised title along the bottom right are printed text, not part of the designs.

Lion Ram Serpent Fox Creature Eye Sun Spiral Emblem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The tin came in on the late shift, wedged between a bagpipe case and a child's wellington, and Dorothy Penhallow was the only one at Carrowby Road who would open it. Inside, wrapped in a 1961 timetable, lay seven brass seals on lengths of tarred twine. Each had been struck with a beast: a maned lion, a boar trailing its hoofprints, a ram coiled like a fossil, a serpent with its tail wound into a spiral, a fox with a sun on its brush, a squat creature folded around its own curl, and a ring of spiked eyes.

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No one claimed them. The luggage label read only Platform Nine, 9.14 to Halloran, and beneath it, in pencil, Do not let the lion go first. Dorothy pressed the lion into a scrap of wax to see if it would take, and the clock above the ticket hall stopped at a quarter past nine and stayed there, humming, while the tea urn behind her went cold in one long breath.

She carried the tin down the iron steps to Platform Nine. The air smelled of coal dust and wet pennies. A man in a grey overcoat stood at the edge of the yellow line, not looking at the rails, and asked whether anything had been left behind. She held out the serpent. He shook his head. That one waits for you, he said. The fox is the one that runs.

The 9.14 came in at last, lamps blazing, doors slid open, carriages empty as a chapel on a weekday. Dorothy stood a long while with the seals cold in her palm. Then she hung the tin on the hook beside the signal box and climbed back up the steps, leaving the lion for whoever was brave enough to take it.