favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: Macha with Katja Shchekina
Beneath her horse the earth is mud and it’s painted Macha’s legs as she rides hard through the battlefield, dark hair flying free behind her and black feathers breaking loose from the tattoos on her skin. In her right hand she grips the head of the fallen king, holding it aloft for all to see as still-warm blood runs down her arm. It is wordless but clear: I am your only queen now, your sovereign reborn of war. She will not be silent. She will not be well-behaved. She will take what she has earned, through death and blood.