Colour tattoo of a unicorn head with a jewelled horn, mandala and lotus flowers on a thigh, in a neo-traditional style.

Unicorn and mandala on thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A realistically shaded unicorn head with a jewelled horn and flowing mane sits on the outer thigh, framed by a pink mandala above and a black and grey lace-like ornament below. Warm red and orange lotus flowers and green gems add bold colour, while dark outlines define the shapes. The tattoo fills the centre of the frame, with the rest of the leg and a red inflatable float visible behind it.

Neo-trad Realism Thigh Unicorn Horse Mandala Lotus Flower Gem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The mason's boy at Carrow Hollin had been told the unicorn would not come down from the gatehouse while anyone watched, so you learned to look at it sideways, the way you would look at a shy pony. Ivy had split the keystone years ago, and the stone head pushed out of the gap with its jaw chipped and its horn still whole, cut in a spiral and set with three green glass beads that the villagers swore were emeralds left by the last countess.

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Each morning before the bells you climbed the outer wall with a bucket of lotus from the moat, the rose window above you throwing pink light across the courtyard as the sun came up. The countess's garden had gone to water lilies and nettles, but the lotus still opened, orange at the heart, and you pressed one into the gap under the stone's chin, the way your grandmother had taught you to leave something out for the weather.

On the ninth morning the stone was warm. You laid your palm against its cheek and felt a breath, slow and deep, the way a horse breathes after a long climb. It did not speak. It lowered its head until the broken jaw lined up with the gap, and it took the flower from your fingers as carefully as a girl takes a ribbon from a fair-day stall.

By the end of summer the moat was thick with lilies, the gatehouse had gone quiet, and a crack ran down the keystone like a path worn by feet. Nobody in the village believed you about the unicorn. They believed about the flowers, though, because every morning the bucket was empty and something green glittered on the wall where the stone used to look down at you.