Novel & Cerita American Traditional Eagle Tattoo Flash

Parker gasped as the realization of something dawned on him. "Jamie, you aren't in some... Some." Parker stuttered. "In some what man?" Jamie laughed. "Hold on a minute. Man, you aren't in some kind of cult group are you?" Parker asked. In stead of replying, Jamie pulled up his short to show Parker a tattoo. The tat was a rising eagle, it's eyes set on something in a distance. Upon seeing it, Parker's fears and thoughts were confirmed. His friend really did belong to a secret cult.

Perhaps the recent events were showing her a rather depressing answer. She just smiled down at the eagle tattoo that she had on her right wrist. It had the savanna skyline wrapped around like the band, while the eagle head was in the center. The lion tattoo on Gryphon’s arm did survive long enough for it to show properly, and she hoped for it to stay as long as it would. Ten years more… and perhaps, along with their wedding vows, they could retouch their wedding tattoos.

"Can you give me the honor of a dance?” He wore a tunic of light fabric and the same shade of gold as me, with some open buttons, revealing the muscular and tattooed chest. Right in the center of the chest, there was an eagle with its mouth and wings open, it was large and proved to be very sure of itself on its flight. Descending through the abdomen the symbols of crosses stained the golden skin.

Cassandra's POV “Tell me what you think,” Chris held his breath as my fingers moved to touch the tattoo on his back. Oh God, I've seen this tattoo so many times, but in this messed up state, I'm saying that I want to see it. “You... when did you get this tattoo?” I stared at the bird's eye on his back—the eagle and the snake. Chris had a tattoo of an eagle wrapped around a snake, so the two seemed to be competing to outdo each other. From a distance, I hadn't really noticed that there was a snake in this tattoo, but it turned out that the snake clutching the eagle looked very real when approached.

“Yes. You can control me, use me… I’ll give myself to you. Just.. please… tell me what’s…. these.” He leans in close. His breath is warm against my face. “Be careful with your words, Cara. Reckless promises lead to dangerous consequences.” My pulse races at his words. His intense gaze burns into me, and heat rushes to my cheeks. I can’t stop myself. I’m not even sure I want to. My eyes drift to his chest, to the way the dim light highlights the curve of his muscles, the sheen of sweat making his skin glisten. And then I see a treasure; the eagle tattoo etched into his chest. It's sharp and vivid. My breath hitches. Something about it calls to me, pulling me closer.

The triplets laughed at him and he rolled his eyes. "It's not like you guys can tie your shoe laces", he said to his friends. "Yes, we can", Andrea said to him. "It's not a crime to forget. Let me tie it for you", Enzo said abd crouched down to help Alexi. Alexi spotted the eagle tattoo on Enzo's neck. "Uncle, what's this?", He asked as he placed his hand on the tattoo. "It's like a drawing", Enzo said as he stood up. "Really? It's awesome, I want one too!", Alexi said. "You want what?", Antonio asked. "Uncle's drawing", Alexi said. Enzo shook his head and faced all of them.

The pain of falling in love and being betrayed by the ones you gave your all to. I looked beside me and there he was, sleeping peacefully with the duvet stopping right on his waist and his bare back, opened to me. On his back was a tattoo of an eagle, with his wings spread across his back. The eyes of the eagle carried anger. An anger that could slice through the core of the earth. I was tempted to touch it and feel the drawing under my fingers but I retracted my hand, wishing someone was close by to punch my face. I needed to get a head reset.

❤Nicolas point of view❤ A quick glance around the surrounding making it familiar for me of why the place is like this. Basically a torn out castle, on the roof of which hundreds of men assembling. " Eagles" One of my men whispers in my ears making it clear for me, why the eagle tattoo is revealing in a good show along their forearm. "stiamo rispettando le vostre richieste" (we are complying with your demands )I say, just as an information to settle in their fucking brains.

Somehow, I see him having a problem with authority. He slips off his leather jacket, sets it down beside him, and sticks his left arm back. The tattoo I noticed when first meeting him is now clearly visible this close up. It's a golden eagle with wide-spread wings standing on top of an anchor, with the words Semper Fidelis above it, and US Marines beneath it in the same flowing script. "You were seriously a Marine?" Tobe asks, staring at his tattoo in awe. "That's so...hot." We all stare at her in surprise. Tobe rarely offers her own opinion, and she certainly doesn't call a man hot. She usually just sits in quiet thought, waiting for the shots to be made without her. She's a follower, but t

The black eagle flew into the city, screeching, which made everyone on the main street look up. Women and other beastmen started to look around wide eyed for the danger that the bird must be carrying on about, but other eagle beastmen, walking around in human form, started to communicate that it wasn't danger, but rather, an emergency that needed the head doctor. After several minutes, another black haired man ran out into the middle of the road and returned a screeching call up to the eagle circling the skies. In tow was a leopard male, with blond hair that was customary of the clan, but it was long and kept in a single braid. His clothes were also long and draping like a summer robe. He ha