Small solid black lion silhouette tattoo on the upper chest near the collarbone, shown on a woman wearing a grey cardigan.

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Small lion silhouette on the upper chest

Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A small lion silhouette walks left in solid dark ink, with its mane and tail clearly defined. The tattoo sits on the upper chest beside the collarbone, with soft natural light across the skin. The lower half of the frame shows a grey cardigan with buttons, and the chin and face are cropped out.

Chest Lion Big cat Mane Silhouette Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Don't look at the harbour wall yet, Mabel, look at the lion. See how it walks left, away from the town, tail up like a question nobody has answered? My grandfather swore a lion facing the land had already made up its mind to stay, and a lion facing the sea was only passing through. Mind your boots on the slipway, it's slick with the morning tide.

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Ada Penrose cut that lion in the hungry winter of the net strike, out of a plank of old oak from the wreck of the Sealark. She blacked it with pine tar and a rag, because tar was all anyone had in Porthkerris that year. Her brother Silas was out past the Gannet Bank in the Marigold, and the sea had been wrong for three days running. She nailed the lion to the bow where he would see it from the water, and she told it, plainly as I'm telling you, to walk home on its own four legs.

On the fourth morning the fog lifted like a sheet off a bed, and there was the Marigold, low in the water, her prow turned for the quay. The wood had weathered grey, but the lion was still dark on it, stepping out ahead of the boat as if it had been sent to find the way. Silas always said the lion had led them through the rocks at Scald Point by the sound of the bell, though nobody aboard could have seen a thing.

Ada carved a second lion after that, and a third, and they all walk left. You'll find them on the bows of boats still tied up here. So when you see one walking the wrong way, trust me, somebody on the quay is counting boats in and isn't finished counting yet.