Black and grey realism tattoo of a snarling lion with a full mane, covering the upper arm and shoulder.

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Snarling lion on an upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A large realistic lion head with its mouth open in a snarl, showing fangs, and its eyes fixed forward. The mane is rendered with soft, feathered shading and fine hair strokes, with strong contrast in the nose, mouth and eye area. The tattoo is in black and grey ink and fills most of the frame against plain skin.

Realism Upper arm Lion Mane Snarl Fangs Big cat Portrait

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the lot of you, and mind the broken step, for it has taken better men than any of you. The wind is coming off the moor now and the old keep is listening, so I will tell you about the lion of Harrowgate, who kept the gatehouse long after there was any gate left to keep.

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The lion was not born in these parts. A travelling lord brought him over the sea in a cage of iron, and he came off the ship with his mane full of salt and his eyes already fixed on something no one else could see. The lord died the first winter. His widow, Lady Ysolde, would not have the beast sold, so she set him in the gatehouse, and he stood there in the rain with his jaws open, roaring at anyone who came up the road carrying a sword.

Then came the siege. Forty men of the Grey Company camped under the walls for a whole summer, waiting for hunger to do what steel could not. One night a boy crept up the scree to the postern, sent to open the gate from within. The lion came down to meet him. He did not touch the child. He only stood over him with his fangs bared and his breath steaming in the cold, until the boy's courage broke and he ran. Then the lion turned and roared at the sleeping camp until every man there was on his feet and running for the hills.

The walls still stand, though the roof has gone. Lady Ysolde died in her bed, and the lion lies under the nettles by the gate. But on a still night, if you put your ear to the stone, you can hear him breathing. And if you hear him, you had best take the long road home.