Black tribal-style gecko design with a curled tail, clawed feet and geometric patterns cut into its body, shown on a white background.

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Tribal gecko design in solid black

Blackwork · Black and grey · Flash

A gecko or lizard shown in profile with its tail curled upwards at the left and its clawed feet spread. The body is filled with bold black tribal ornament, including chevron bands on the tail, triangular patterns on the back and swirling linework on the limbs and head. The design is in solid black on a plain white background with no shading or other colours.

Blackwork Lizard Tribal pattern Tail Claw Spiral Chevron Reptile

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pull that stool closer and mind the draught from the door, for the snow has not finished with us yet. I'll tell you about the lizard that climbed the Hollin Pass in the winter the wells froze.

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Its name was Tessel, and it was no bigger than a thumb, but it had feet like a pair of tiny grappling hooks, five claws on each, and a tail that curled up at the end like a question nobody had answered. Its back was banded with black triangles, sharp as the teeth on a saw, and where the tail met the stone it wore chevrons, arrow after arrow pointing the way home. Tessel had come up the pass from the hot valleys hidden in a carter's sack of salt. Nobody noticed until the snow closed the road behind.

The carter's daughter, Ilse, found it clinging to the inside of the stable wall, which was no kind of place for a creature with no fur. It was dying of cold, she said, so she carried it to the kitchen and set it on the warm flags of the hearth. Tessel did not thank her. It did what lizards do best: it waited, watched the chimney smoke, and worked out that the wind came down the flue at night.

In the morning the pass was white to the sills and the sledge men were still buried. Tessel crept up the outside of the chimney, claws finding every crack in the mortar, and went out into the storm with its tail coiled tight. They found it at dawn, holding the frozen line that ran from the sledge to the shed roof, so the men could follow it back to the light. Ilse swears the tail was still curled when they lifted it down. So if your candle gutters tonight, that is only the wind, and the wind has been wrong before.