favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: Durga with Janina Gavankar
How can a woman kill me, Mahishasur—the one who has defeated the trinity of gods?
Durga just laughs and beneath her the world shakes, the sound trembling down faultlines and splitting cracks through the earth. Between her thighs, the tiger is restless, a warm shifting rippling mass of muscle and fur. Only her command will move it. She was not born, was not created - the Divine Warrior Mother formed herself, born of her own will and power and wielding the weapons of the Gods that needed her. She meets this enemy of theirs with amusement while they all shrink and hide. Durga hides from nothing. Durga is the Invincible and her blood runs hot with victory.
The wind whips Durga’s hair across her cheek, and it leaves thin lines of blood behind. Everything about her is sharp and battle-ready. Her smile would put a shark to shame. "Roar with delight while you still can, O illiterate demon, because when I will kill you, the gods themselves will roar with delight.
Durga raises her sword.