Traditional style tattoo sleeve on a forearm showing an eye, a snake, a skull and flowers, with a panther head tattooed on the ribs above jeans.

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Traditional sleeve with eye, snake and skull

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The sleeve shows an eye with radiating lashes, a coiled snake, a skull with a snake draped over it, and a band of flowers at the wrist end. A panther head sits on the ribs above the waistband. The work uses bold black outlines and solid fills, with red, orange, yellow and blue ink set against the skin tone on a plain light background.

Traditional Forearm Ribs Eye Snake Skull Panther Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Greave had climbed to Corran Keep since the north wall fell, so when Mother Ilse set out with a basket of eggs and a hip that clicked at every step, the village assumed she meant to die up there and save them the digging. She did not die. She reached the gatehouse at dusk, where the arch still stood with its keystone carved into an eye, lashes spread like a fern's fronds, and a snake wound twice around the lintel with its head lifted to look at her.

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Beneath the arch, half sunk in the mortar, was a skull with a second snake draped over its crown like a wet scarf. Ilse set the basket down on the flagstones. 'Eggs,' she said. 'Fresh this morning. My grandmother's hens, who never lied to anyone.'

The snake tasted the air. The eye above it blinked, slowly, the way a tired sentry does. Ilse had heard the old tale from her own grandmother: Lord Corran had bargained with the thing that lived in the cellars, trading his name for a long life, and the eye had been set above the gate to watch that the bargain was kept. Since then the gate had stayed shut, no one had passed through it, and the skull had kept its grin.

She lifted the eggs out one at a time and laid them in a ring. The snake unwound and ate them without hurry. When the last shell had cracked, the skull's jaw creaked open and a brass key dropped from its teeth into her palm, warm as a pulse.

By morning the gate stood open for the first time in three hundred years. Greave came up the hill to see, and found flowers blooming along the foot of the wall, blue and orange, where nothing had grown before. Ilse never told them what the lord had really traded. She only said the eye had finally been allowed to shut.