The God-Mage is both her father, and her great-grandfather; she has been warned many times in her life that he is dangerous, and untrustworthy, but that doesn’t keep her from curiosity. Her mother’s family did quite a good job of keeping the purple roan away from her famous sire, but over time they have become less vigilant; busy with their own lives, and the large (extra large) brood of children that make up her extended family. Over time, though, Cassady has only become more curious about Carnage.
She knows nothing of Rhonen – nothing about how the girl who has drawn him to Pangea is her own half-sister. Cassie, like her other siblings, is mostly estranged from her capricious and fickle mother, and so she knows nothing about Kellyn’s youngest daughter with the chestnut stallion. All she does know is that this dream is from her mysterious father, and it paints a world that would be dangerous for everyone she’s ever loved. Her mother and her sisters; her cousins and grandparents, the extended family, her sons; Rhonen means nothing to her, nothing but danger and death.
In many ways, she is not the child of either parent. Usually she is calm and collected, and peaceful; if anything she is more like her maternal grandfather, the calmest and least violent on the family tree. But something about this silent and dreadful threat to her world is too much; she awakens from a deep sleep in ghost form and flies across Beqanna with single-minded determination, joining the others on the spooky damp grounds of Pangea.
She is intangible in ghost form, sliding amongst the attackers, paying no attention to the would-be rescuers, trying to lock brown eyes with brown eyes. Trying to decide if Carnage is crazy, like all of her relatives say, or simply trying to save the world.
In the end, it’s simple math. It doesn’t matter if he’s innocent – it’s not worth the risk. One might die, or hundreds might die.
His life is not worth a hundred lives, or several hundred.
Most spirits are incorporeal, as she is now; but they are not always. She calls to them, pulling them to her, the many spirits. The dead, the unhappy, the vengeful, the angry. And they come, as she has come, and some are dangerous enough to cause physical harm. Others simply tear at his spirit, countering the healing effects of the would-be rescuers, sapping his will to fight back. Cassady never has to land a physical blow herself, but simply draws back and watches in solemn fascination as the ghosts add to the destruction of the living.
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