Yin Yang Tattoo Ideas Female の小説・ストーリー

she casually replied. "I never heard about it, or I'm just too busy with collecting souls and didn't pay too much attention to gossip." I pretended not to know anything to test if she had legit information about the subject matter. To be honest, I've heard a lot of stories about Yin and Yang. Yin is a female phoenix that represents the earth and symbolizes darkness, passivity, and absorption. On the other hand, Yang is the male phoenix that was sent from heaven by the Gods and symbolizes light, activity, and penetration. The two beings were created to keep the balance of the energy and forces between the two realms. I thought that it was all a myth and just a story made up of human beings. W

And besides, why would she need two random vampires on her side anyway? “If you think I am lying, which I know you do, check the black and white symbol representing Yin and Yang, the Tai Chi symbol. The two sides each have a small circle of the contrasting color. The two small circles represent our hearts, the black side, me having a white heart, and the white side, Yang, having a black heart.” “We believe you,” Derick said immediately.

For a moment, Gu Mocheng thought his eyes had been mistaken, but the truth stared him right in the face: a tattoo on the back left side of her waist. It was not odd for girls to have tattoos, especially girls with strong personalities like her. However, the tattoo’s design was one he really did not wish to see. A red crane flower bloomed enchantingly at her waist. It glowed especially brightly--vivid and dazzling. Gu Mocheng was not unfamiliar with this tattoo. It could be said that he was very familiar with it. That was because people with these tattoos were his arch enemies.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

After the last toss, she writes the number twenty-one next to it, then quickly dashes out a second stack of lines and the number thirty-eight. “What are the lines?” I ask. “Yin and yang. Sixty-four permutations to represent forces of creation. This one,” she says, stabbing a finger at the twenty-one stack, “is called Biting Through.” “What does that mean?” She stirs the pen over the diagram. “Unbroken lines on top and bottom are yangs. Here they represent lips. Broken yin lines inside are like teeth. The yang in the middle is something in mouth you are biting through. It symbolize investigation.”

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

“Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.” We? Did she just say we? My eyes widen as I hold my breath. She straightens up, advancing on me with purpose. I start to stand, but she’s faster. She kneels in front of me, ripping open her jacket and shirt to expose the skin on her right shoulder. Pressed into it is a tattoo of a fox sitting on its haunches. Its black body is surrounded by thick, detailed chains. One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time.

I reach a hand out and trace my fingers along the line of one of his tattoos, knowing its just an excuse to touch his sculpted abs. “Sri Yantra I believe the geometric designs are called,” I comment, remembering studying the designs when I took art during my senior years of high school. “Yes,” he confirms, smiling at me like he's impressed. “They symbolise balance and meditation, two things I need in my hectic life” “I love them,” I tell him, resting my palm on his chest. I can feel his heart beat increase and for a moment I think he's going to lean down and kiss me but instead he surprises me by pulling away.

He looked to the left and right but he could no longer see the rest of his group. Ben walked up behind a young couple who were arguing or rather the man was hissing angrily at the woman. She couldn't have been more than twenty five, maybe 5' 6" and her taller gangly boyfriend wasn't much older. They both wore an array of body jewellery with piercings in their nose, ears, eyebrows, lips, and tongues. The woman, whose bosom was... generous, wore a small halter top which exposed her trim arms, shoulders, most of her back and her flat stomach so her tattoos were in plain sight. While Ben would never consider getting a tattoo of his own he thought the woman's Japanese stylized art of a cherry tre

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.