Colour realism tattoo of a snarling tiger head with bared teeth and green eyes, sitting on the calf.

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Snarling tiger head on a calf

Realism · Calf · Colour · Photo

A snarling tiger's head fills the frame, with its mouth open to show teeth and a pink tongue, and its eyes looking directly at the viewer. The fur uses soft painterly shading with fine black stripes, warm orange and brown tones, and pale highlights around the muzzle and whiskers. The design is centred on a dark background that shows the curve of the leg.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Antipater, the tigress came off the ship at Myos Hormos with her eyes shut against the glare, and the dockmen would not go near her cage without the Indian boy standing at the front. I write this by the lamp in the animal yard, where the smell of her is worse than the smell of the camels, and where I have stopped sleeping well since the Prefect's man began asking how much her meat costs per month.

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You will laugh at me, but she is not the fearsome thing they promised in Berenike. On the third night at sea she was sick over the rail and cried like a child. Yet when I opened the grate on the sand this morning, she lifted her head and looked straight at me, and her lip rolled back so that I saw every tooth, pale as peeled almonds, and a tongue as pink as the inside of a shell. I have seen lions do this. A lion is only angry. This one was deciding.

So I have made a plan, which you must not repeat to the Prefect. The boy says the tigers of his country are not kept in cages at all but are let loose in the tall grass to hunt, and that a beast which has tasted open ground will not forget the road. I have bought two mules and a sack of salted fish. Tomorrow, before the gate is unbarred, I will lead her down to the wadi where the rain water still stands.

If I am not found in the morning, tell my wife the stripes were the colour of barley just before harvest. Tell her I looked at the beast, at the last, and the beast was looking at me, and neither of us looked away first.