Quetzal Bird Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“The tattoo she’s drawing on your skin will connect you to a bird. You can always send it information.” He held his hand out, showing me the tattoo on his arm. “I have the same one as well. This means the bird is reserved for just you and me. once our use of it is over, the tattoo will naturally fade away” The woman stepped back as she finished. “If you wish to convene it, all you have to do is speak its name, it will answer.” Her voice was gentle, yet carried an air of worship. She turned to my father, eyes searching for confirmation. He gave a slow, solemn nod, the weight of unexpressed memories shadowing his expression. A strange cold ran down my spine, the solemnity of their words sinkin

Four chairs were already occupied. Coyote (still in his zoot suit) lounged sideways in one, boots on the table, dealing cards that flickered between paper and living flame. Across from him sat a woman made of storm clouds and galaxies, eyes like colliding nebulae (Raven, older than stories, trickster of the North). To her left: an enormous serpent whose scales were every color that ever hurt to look at (Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered One, wearing a smile that tasted like sunrise).

“You got another tattoo??” Em didn’t like the way he said it. Quinn was covered in tattoos. He had a huge wolf on his shoulder, several arrows and symbols all over his arms and chest and neck. He had a huge tattoo on his back that reminded her of their town. It was a lake and a mountain surrounded by trees. She thought it was beautiful, even though she had never seen it up close.

She had only glimpsed parts of it before, but even from across the room she could see the design. A two-headed eagle. “What?” He followed her stare and looks down at his tattoo. “Oh. This,” he said. “It’s a folly of youth.” He sounded a little embarrassed, and he frowned, seemingly puzzled by her keen interest. She couldn’t take her eyes off the ink as she walked toward him. He raised his elbow so she could have a better look. Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V.

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.

Her voice was so cold I could feel the sharp daggers her anger was whetting, ready to pierce Colibri’s heart. “H… how do you know you will have the right person, Viviana?” She chuckled menacingly, glaring at the fire. “I might not know what he looks like, but one look at his bare skin, I will know it’s him. My dad was pretty descriptive in his journal entries. Colibri has a heart-shaped birthmark on his hip. Dad said it’s like how big his heart was. He also had the tattoo ‘a vida é Bela’ with a small mockingbird above it on his left chest; it symbolizes the life his mother gave him. And that tattoo on his right arm, a serpent wrapped around a woman’s naked body. That’s the tattoo I thought I

he asked her suddenly but in a low whisper. Hearing his answer, she looked at him. This time his wide, muscular and tattooed chest could not escape from her sight. Various tattoos were made on his chest and as she had once seen in the corner of his neck, it was a kind of horrible but bold tattoo laid on his neck. Actually it was a tattoo of a phoenix bird that started with his muscle but the texture of its long wings was reaching his neck. And at that moment also, she had only seen the wings of that bird because his body was covered with his shirt.

“I’m going to put something on now!” “Nice tattoo, Aldo!” Adia teases. Yeah I have a tattoo on my ribcage, no one really sees it unless they see me shirtless. Nova hasn’t said anything, but I doubt my tattoo is the first thing on their mind. It’s a flaming phoenix . Knowing I was the only survivor of the crash that killed my parents and maternal grandparents makes me feel a bit like a phoenix. I’ll need a purple butterfly over my heart, for Nova.

Dane replied dryly, batting his hands away. “Boys,” Jessica said, “you’re both pretty. Now shut up.” Surprisingly, they both did. “Look closely at his wrist, where the cloak rides up for a moment.” Caelum whispered in my ears, his hot breath fanning my cheek. I leaned closer to the screen, then like a light bulb turned on in a dark room, I could suddenly see it, a tattoo of a bird in a triangle, “Oh, I see it now!” I exclaimed excitedly.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”