Black ink tribal design of a bull head with long curved horns set inside a circle, drawn on pale paper.

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Tribal bull head in a circle

Blackwork · Black and grey · Flash

A stylised bull head in profile faces left, with a long curved horn sweeping up and over the top of a circular outline. The design is drawn in bold black ink with solid tribal-style shapes, swirls and tapering lines against the circle. It is shown in black and white on a plain cream background with no body placement.

Blackwork Bull Horn Circle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bull came down from the hills the winter the river froze solid, and he walked straight through the gate of Harrowmere as though the wall were a rumour. Nobody in the market square thought to close their shutters. Old Maud Penhallow, who sold eels and kept a tally of everything, said afterwards that she had counted nine of his strides between the bridge and the well, and that on the ninth his horn had taken the lamp off the post above her stall.

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He did not charge anyone. He stood at the circle of stones where the town's oldest well had been capped, and he lowered his great head as if reading the water. The stones were cut with rings, and the rings were cut with the marks of people long dead, bands of thorn and spiral and notch that the children of Harrowmere traced with wet fingers on feast days. The bull breathed on them. Frost came off his nostrils in a slow curl and settled into the grooves, and where it settled the lines went black, sharp as a blade on sheep's leather.

The thaw came early that year. Maud sold her last eel to the miller's boy and told him the bull had only wanted to be remembered properly. The boy asked how a beast could want anything. Maud shrugged, wiped her hands, and pointed at the stones. Every mark was there, every spiral and thorn, drawn fine and dark against the grey. The town has kept them that way ever since, and nobody has ever closed the gate after dark.