Forearm Cloud Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if they were painted fresh daily. As I turned my arm over, I could see where it looked as if two tail ends were touching. Resting in the middle was a circle, clearly it was made in the image of the moon. Plopping myself down on the couch to stop my pacing, I traced my tattoo gently with my fingertips. Tadeas had a matching tattoo also on his left wrist. They were simple, elegant, and powerful, I thought. It was hard to explain, having this on my wrist allowed me to feel as if he was always with me.

He had tattoos on his arms that flared and lit up with the moon shift. “What are we getting into”? I asked him. A cloud slid over the moon and the only light was the shifting kaleidoscope that rolled up his arms. He had different colors lighting up his arms that were filled with tattoos of birds, snakes, and wolves, and they changed with his emotions. “I can hold off his magic for some minutes to allow you in, but I doubt I can keep up until you come out.” “I'll take that. We will find our way out, "I replied.

I said pointing at his chest before sliding my hand to his muscular arm, "But this lion on your arm is new. And the sword too." I observed the problematic designs on his chest and arm, tracing them with my finger. My gaze fell upon a particular tattoo, a moon-shaped one on the right side of his chest. Something about its shape seemed off, resembling the letter 'C.' "But this moon looks very weirdly shaped," I poked at the tattoo, "It almost looks like a 'C. Does it stand for someone's initial?" I spoke out the thoughts in my mind. Of course, my curiosity had got the best of me and I would be lying if I said there wasn't a tinge bit of jealousy involved in it too.

The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within the knot work, creating a network of labyrinthine patterns. Turning her attention to his right, his muscular arm played host to the Serpentine Coil, slithering with an otherworldly grace. Her eyes followed the serpentine coil with a sense of fascination as it elegantly wound its way across his upper arm, elegantly descending to the forearm.

Our eyes held for a moment too long, and I felt that now-familiar flutter in my stomach that both thrilled and terrified me. Kev finished Rafael's tattoo in half the time mine had taken, given its simpler design. "There you go," he said, wiping it clean. "Sun and stars. Suits you two." We held our wrists side by side, admiring how the black ink stood out against our skin, his olive tone, my paler complexion. If we pressed our wrists together, his sun would align perfectly with my constellation, like they belonged together. Like we belonged together. The thought ambushed me, dangerous in its temptation. I couldn't think that way. Not with my prognosis hanging over me like a shadow.

Everything was definitely not falling into place for me, and I didn't like it. “Really? I thought you would have known by now sweetheart; everyone in your pack knows that by now." He halted, looking even more surprised than I was. Or maybe not. "Okay! Have you checked your left arm or your left ear today?” Carl asked exasperatedly. I gulped air as I looked at the top of my left arm near my shoulder. My glances darted around, rather than focusing on the particular spot. There was an extra tattoo that normally was not there. My pack or tribal tattoo of the moon stone with a wolf fang was usually on my right hand. Now there was an extra one, a very intricate crown and a moon fused together with

I wasn't sure whether it was cooking or spell-casting, but she seemed fairly busy with it. I pulled my right sleeve back and exposed my inner forearm. I already had two other marks there, one a circle, the other a square with runes and other symbols in them. I cleaned a bare area with rubbing alcohol then applied a bit of ointment. I twisted off the lid to the ink. I could smell the musky metallic scent of it. It was some creature's blood mixed with metal to help the tattoo settle. I dipped the needles in the ink then stabbed myself in the arm repeatedly.

The moon comes out, big and round, balanced just above the horizon. Efa bends over so her chin is resting on the top of my head and grabs my flushed cheeks. I gently turn from left to right so she can take it all in, gasping as a pattern appears before my eye. The tattoo is a map of the camp. I needed to watch the pack disperse from a higher vantage point to recognize it, but I can’t unsee it now. The fires match the starburst shapes. The dens are the jagged triangles. The swoops and spirals are the worn paths the pack takes as they settled themselves in their accustomed places.

The ones on his arms seemed to be tribal designs of some sort. Stilling his left hand with her own, she turned it over to look at the underside of his forearm. The ink continued and shifted as he moved like a living extension of his skin. It was beautiful up close. She'd only seen glimpses before. Caught up in the pattern, she traced the black lines with her fingertips from his inner elbow to his wrist and back again.

Rex "This one's on me, sweetheart," I tell the brunette standing in front of me. I throw in a wink for good measure. Her eyes give me a once over, stalling on the tattoos that peek out from under my rolled-up shirt sleeves. Both of my upper arms are covered in tattoos I've designed myself but I've purposely kept my forearms bare. There's no rhyme or reason to it, simply a personal preference.