The Warrior Born of a Single Furious Breath

Shiva's fury needed its own body.

Where he came from

Daksha's public insult had driven Sati to consume herself in her own yogic fire, and Shiva's grief at her death curdled almost immediately into something too large to simply feel and set down.

What that grief did, in the moment it stopped being feeling and became action, was tear a being loose from Shiva's own body.

A single lock of his matted hair, pulled free.

And turned into a warrior terrible enough to carry a wrath even Shiva could barely contain.