Novel & Cerita Minimalist Dog Ear Tattoo

My gaze met his piercing glare that looked pitiful. I was distracted by the increasingly intense movements of his jaw and Adam's apple. Satya looks even sexier from down here. Is that a new tattoo? Different from the dominance of animal images that filled his back, chest, and arms... the tattoo under Satya's right ear looked more like an arrangement of mathematical symbols in a vertical row. Not having time to think any further than that, Satya carried me upstairs as he slipped his now bitter tongue across my lips. Usually Satya's taste was so sweet, but why was it different now?

"Now. Get off." Leonidas curled away now as she stood, a small whimper leaving his lips making her chuckle as she raised her hair up and made it into a bun. "We have all the time together." He nearly whined, "Time is never enough." She did not answer him and he did not expect her to. Leonidas' eyes went to the three headed dog black tattoo on her back. An emblem he only noticed that she let him see after his little confession. Many a time he had wanted to ask what it was. Why she had the tattoo of the god of the underworld's dog on her neck and not a Familia, but who was he to pry into hers when he had his to deal with?

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

I was trying to be as careful as possible so I wouldn't wake him up, so I steadied my hands against his chest and placed my head down until I was sure he'd fallen back asleep. When he began to snore lightly again, I raised my head and uncovered his arm slowly. I glanced at the tattoo. My mouth gawked open at how beautiful his tattoo was. It was a picture of a wolf and a girl. The girl had a pair of broken glasses on the bottom, making her own eyes seem more beautiful. 

For the most part, the packs got along but there was still always a sense of authority that was tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you look good. Can’t be representing our pack badly.” Jacob was getting our Crest tattooed on his chest. It was the head of a wolf with its teeth showing and blue blood dripping from the fangs. Kind of spot on for whoever designed it but whatever.

"The wheel helps you turn and stay on the lane" I wasn't really listening to all he was saying. I was paying attention to the tiny tattoo on his bicep that kept peeking out from his black shirt as he moved his arms and I could see the piercing on his right ear, but I do not know if he's got one on the other one. I zoomed in on his ear, I could tell he doesn't wear his earrings often or the hole wouldn't be so tiny and almost unnoticeable. I love how he is not too lousy when it comes to fashion. He's got everything in minimals and that even makes him hotter.

pointing to the area below his collarbone. To check what he was saying, she leans closer to him. She has been amazed by his tattoo and she is always gazing at it. She thought she had memorized its every intricate detail but it appears she missed something. Seeing what he meant, her eyes widen in disbelief. She can't believe she missed it. If not earnestly scrutinized, no one will ever notice the wolf's orb reflects an object in front of him. And that object is her name. "The wolf's orbs have my name and its eye colors were uneven. They are of different colors like mine" she whispers in disbelief.

He just stared. His eyes lingered on her face and then it worked its way through her body. He found an image, more like a tattoo which was on her arm. It looked more like a bird published with blue colour, which had a horn in the middle of its head and a tail of many feathers. Its beak was indescribable and would not really be seen due to the way the colours were outlined. This tattoo reminded him of a story his mother told him. An all too familiar story.

I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe just a couple of puncture scars from his canines and/or fangs, but what is there is something totally unexpected. It was like a full tattoo. It was of a wolf howling in front of a full moon, which had a crown wrapped around it with what looked like vampire fangs hanging from it. Next to the wolf was what looked like a cat, though it wasn’t a cheetah. I moved even closer to the mirror, frowning at the mark, as it seemed a little incomplete. There seemed to be a blurry section around the Cat. It was as if something was missing, though I didn’t know what.

Gathering my hair, I tie them up in a high bun and lie on my stomach on the tattoo bed. Sitting on the chair, Madeline starts preparing my neck for the tattoo while she shows me the design which I have discussed with her. "It is perfect." I smile, looking at the sketch of Jarek's wolf. The eyes of the wolf are blue, other than black, just like Jarek's. When Jarek shifts into his wolf, his eyes turn black, while his usual eye color is blue. I wanted this tattoo to represent both parts of him, and that's why I asked Madeline to draw his wolf's eyes blue.