Black and grey realism tattoo of two raptor dinosaurs in a misty forest on an upper arm, with a striped shirt sleeve visible.

Two raptors in a forest on an upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows two raptor-like dinosaurs in a forest scene, one in the foreground with its head turned and tail extended, and a second partly hidden behind it. Tall trunks, foliage and a hazy background fill the upper arm, and the shading is smooth with fine stippled detail. The piece is rendered entirely in black and grey ink, and the composition wraps around the arm.

Realism Upper arm Dinosaur Forest Tree Foliage Landscape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dorcas Venn had been told the fog would lift by noon, the same promise the harbourmaster made every October and never kept. She pulled her oilskin tighter and followed the cart track up from Pennick Quay into the old timber country, where the alders had grown over the drowned lane and nobody had cut them back since the mill closed.

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The birds stopped first. Then the ferns went quiet in a way she felt in her back teeth. Two of them stepped out from between the trunks, the taller one with its head cocked, the second lower and half hidden by a fallen oak, its tail dragging a long grey line through the leaf litter. They were no bigger than the sheepdogs on the farms above town, and they watched her the way gulls watch a dropped pasty, without hurry.

She had her father's old boat hook in her hand and no idea why she had brought it. She did not raise it. She sat down on the wet stump, slowly, the way you would beside a strange dog, and said her own name aloud, because her mother had always said animals liked to know who was there. The first one tilted its head the other way. The second came round the oak and stood beside it, and she saw that their skin was grained like bark, scaled at the throat, and that the mist was lifting off them in ribbons.

When the fog cleared at noon, the lane was only a lane. But on the mill wall someone had chalked two sets of three-toed prints leading up to the door, and Dorcas, who had never once in forty years been believed in Pennick, left them where they were for the tide to take.