Realism leg tattoos on a pair of calves, with a sun and falcon-headed figure on the left leg and a moon and jackal-headed figure on the right.

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Sun and moon leg tattoos with Egyptian deities

Realism · Calf · Mixed · Photo

Two lower legs are shown side by side, each covered in a large realistic tattoo. The left leg features a glowing orange sun above a falcon-headed figure in a seated pose, and the right leg shows a grey, cratered moon above a jackal-headed figure against a dark starry sky. The shading is smooth and detailed, with warm oranges and reds on the left and mostly greys with deep red tones on the right.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The dance hall at Coldharbour stood on stilts above the flood meadows, and on the night of the harvest dance the miller's daughter, Ada Pell, watched two strangers come up the causeway as the light went. One walked with a falcon's head, sharp and gold-eyed, a fiddle case under his arm. The other had a long dark muzzle like a jackal's and carried only a lantern that did not flicker.

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The falcon played. Every tune he struck burned hotter than the last until the rafters ran with orange light and the dancers spun so fast their shadows fell behind them across the boards. Ada danced with Tomas Marr from the sluice house, who kept looking past her at the window, where the moon hung white over the reeds. The jackal stood by the door, counting the dancers under his breath, and when he reached the number he wanted he set the lantern on the sill.

Near midnight the falcon stopped mid-bar and said the sun could not keep his hour much longer. The jackal said the moon had waited long enough. They traded places without a word. The falcon laid his fiddle in its case and went out into the dark, and the jackal took up the instrument and played something slow and grey that made the dancers feel the cold in their hands. One by one they stopped, found they were tired, and went home by moonlight.

At dawn Ada found a single gold feather caught in the reeds below the causeway, and the jackal's lantern still burning on the sill where he had left it. She did not put it out. She carried it down the path herself, so that the water would know the way home.