Full arm sleeve tattoo of a badger, an otter and a fox among orange flowers, leaves and acorns, shown from three angles across the upper arm and forearm.

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Woodland animal sleeve with flowers

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

The sleeve shows a badger, an otter and a fox rendered in shaded greys and browns, with orange flowers, autumn leaves and acorns filling the spaces between them. The animals have soft shading and detailed fur, while the flowers and leaves use bold orange and yellow tones. The photo shows three angles of the same arm against a blue background.

Neo-trad Realism Botanical Upper arm Forearm Fox Flower Leaves Acorn Berry

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hall at Hollin Bottom had a floor that gave under your boots, and on the night of the harvest dance the fiddler had been scraping since the lamps were lit. Nobody had invited the wood's folk. They came down the lane anyway, drawn by the smell of cider and bruised apples, and nobody thought to stop them.

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Old Brock took the bench by the hearth and set a sack of acorns at his feet, grey muzzle tucked low, and he did not dance. Otter came up out of the mill race with weed in her whiskers and shook herself over the flagstones until the miller's wife threw a tea towel at her. Reynard came last, red as a dropped coal, and asked the fiddler for a tune he had never played before. The fiddler obliged, because a fox is hard to refuse.

They danced until the candles guttered. Reynard turned the miller's daughter so fast her skirts lifted like wings, and the floorboards sang under them. Only when the clock struck twelve did Brock lift his head and say, quite mildly, that the oak beams overhead had been cut from his grandfather's wood, and that a hall built on another's trees owed a dance for every one. The fiddle stopped. Nobody argued.

In the morning the miller found the floor scattered with acorns, each one split and pushing a pale green root up between the boards. He left them there. By spring the whole hall smelt of leaves, and the fox was seen on the lane most evenings, waiting for the fiddler to come out and play.