Black and grey shaded tattoo of a unicorn skull with a horn and flowing mane on the outer forearm, with hands clasped behind the back.

Unicorn skull tattoo on a forearm

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A shaded tattoo of a skull with a single spiral horn and a flowing mane sits on the forearm. The skull uses dark outlines, stippled texture and grey shading to show its eye sockets, cheekbones and teeth. The black and grey palette stands out against the pale skin, and the arm is cropped against a plain white background with a black top and studded bracelet.

Forearm Unicorn Skull Horn Mane Hand Bracelet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The horn had snapped clean at its root, which Corra said was the only reason the skull was worth carrying down from the high pass. Her brother Teodor wanted to leave it for the crows. He had walked since dawn with the mule's rope wound round his fist, and his patience had gone thin as a bowstring in the cold.

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"Feel the weight of it," she said, and when he refused, she lifted it herself and turned it toward the grey light. The mane still clung to the crown in stiff black strands, and the cheekbones were pitted where the wolves had worried at them. Their grandmother had told them that unicorns came down to the spring only to drink from a maiden's cupped hands, and that a hunter who wounded one would hear its hooves on his roof every night until he died. Teodor scoffed. Corra did not, though she had never seen one either.

At the dyer's yard in Kerasos, old Phaedra boiled bones for glue in an iron vat that smelled of sour milk and smoke. She turned the skull over in her stained hands, ran a thumb along the stippled bone, and named a price that made Teodor swear. Corra shook her head. She took the horn instead, which was worth nothing to a glue-maker, and tucked it into her belt.

That night she lay awake listening to the mule shift in the stable. Somewhere above the roof, hooves struck the tiles, once, twice, then went quiet. In the morning she bound the spiral horn to the mule's bridle with red wool, and the mule, which had balked at every stone for three days, walked on without a single pull on the rope.