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"Coma"

Age: 12

Gender: Mare

Breed: Pure Hallucinogen (Sombus Viren)

Height: 17.2 hands (174.8 cm)

Personality: Coma is a very calm, levelheaded mare at most times. She is not afraid to stand up for herself and those she feels are not as strong. She is highly maternal, and dotes on foals, even if they are not her own, and will protect them at any cost to herself.

History: Coma was born into a small herd that resided in a mountainside forest. The first four years of her life were, for the most part, quiet and uneventful, save for the usual antics of foals and yearlings. She had a few good friends, and was extremely loyal to them. Her sire barely had anything to do with her- he was busy running the herd and training his colts to become future leaders. Her mother was always fond of Coma, though she was also busy, especially when she got pregnant again when Coma was two years old. When Coma was four, a strange horse appeared from the woods. He was smaller than most of in herd, and, stranger yet, he didn't glow. His coat was dull, a gray-like color, and his markings weren't at all interesting; that was what made him so intriguing. He came at dawn, just as most of the herd was getting ready to sleep. He wasn't as surprised to see the cool-colored horses as they were to see him, having long spotted through the trees by their glow. Coma, almost literally, being the black sheep of the herd as her dark color set her apart from the medium-toned horses, caught his eye. Coma, having never interested herself in politics, didn't quite understand what was going on at first, but it wasn't long before the dappled gray was battling her lead stallion. The brutality of it all terrified the young mare. She had never seen anything like that, nothing near that degree of violence. The stallion she had found interesting mere moments before was now the first being that she would hate, and what followed would hardly improve her impression of him. Despite the size difference, the gray was able to defeat Coma's sire, helped that the glowing stallion was tired after tending to his herd all night and that there had been no intruders on the mountainside in years. Coma was terrified as she looked at the broken body of her leader, the broken body of her father, lying there, gasping for air, though it was futile. Several at the young stallions tried to avenge their leader, though they never achieved their goal, surrendering early, much to the horror of the mares. Coma, shocked and filled with rage at the events, began to hate not only the stallion, but her weak herd. The males were to protect the herd; they had failed. The females were to produce and help protect and raise the young, but not a single one stepped forward. Coma decided to try and do what the others had failed, what her father had died trying to do. She pushed her way forward, and as she reached the newcomer, she was more than ready to attack, despite her knowing nothing about fighting. The stallion, who she would later find was called Manon, easily evaded her, and made no attempts to hurt her, unlike he had with the stallions. After a few minutes of this, one of the stallions from her herd stepped between them and pushed at Coma until she was back in the midst of the herd. Coma, feeling full of frustration, stayed away until noon, making her the last of her original herd to fall asleep. Manon, of course, was normally awake during the daylight, so he examined his new herd, and attempted to get close to Coma or catch her attention, but she was too deep amidst the bodies of her herd-mates to reach and she ignored him.


The next night, when Coma awoke, the herd was restless, though for the most part things seemed to be normal. It was an hour before everyone was awake, and, when that happened, Manon stepped to the front of the herd and began his speech, which hardly endeared him to the Hallucinogens. He was determined to strengthen the 'weak' herd, which did carry potential, to disturb their peaceful way of life and turn them into his own warlike herd. A few of the youngest stallions were excited at the prospect of learning to be better fighters, but the speech enraged most, Coma included. At the end, Manon looked directly at Coma and declared that the beginning of his new era would begin tonight. An eager yearling stepped forward, wanting to be the first trained to fight by the new leader. At a glance from Manon, the colt returned to his place, and Coma was called forward. Manon declared she would be the beginning to his 'reform'. Coma stayed where she was, doing her best to resist, but the overeager colt and a friend of his weaved through the horses before herding her to where Manon waited. Coma fought, kicking at her brothers, glaring at Manon, but it was not long before she was forced in front of the stallion. She barley listened to the words he whispered. She was chosen because she had stood up, she was not passive as the rest of the mares. She was unique. She caught his attention. She was fit to be his, she would also serve as a fit example to the others in the herd As much as she wished against it, she knew in her heart what was coming. As he came closer to her, she held her head high, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing how it would hurt her. That was what he wanted, after all, to hurt and break her. He began to came closer, and Coma fought as she had the night before. Manon, rather than evading, fought her back until he was able to do what he wanted. After he was finished and more than a little smug looking, he rewarded his loyal young followers who had turned against one of their own with lessons. Coma kept her head held high as she walked through the herd, walked through those who had yet again failed to do anything about Manon. She cleaned herself as best she could, tending to her wounds, and began plotting. Most of them would never meet reality, and most would fail if they did, but she made plans. It was the next day that she finally decided what to do, waking up in the middle of the afternoon, when everyone, including Manon, was asleep. Carefully she crept through the herd, watching every step, cringing at every noise. Once she was free of the clearing, she bolted through the trees. She wouldn't stay; she couldn't stay. She made her way from the herd and evaded those who were sent to find her. She had been chosen to be lead mare; she carried Manon's heir. It was important for her to be brought back. They weren't successful.

Nearly a year later, Coma gave birth to a small colt. She named him Cimmerian Tears, Cim for short, after a legend her mother had told her as a foal. Despite her experience with his father, Coma loved Cim with all her heart. Cim inherited none of his father's behavior, much to Coma's relief. The two moved around a lot, never settling in one area for long. They stuck together for two years, and Coma's love for her son never faltered; if anything, it grew stronger. One morning, as the two were settling in to get some rest in the middle of an evergreen forest, an pack of wolves surrounded them. Coma and Cim tried their best to fight them off and escape, but the wolves managed to take down Cimmerian and wound Coma, nearly killing her, until she finally gave up and ran off, heart crushed. She hadn't been able to protect her son. She had failed. She had lost the one thing that mattered in her life.

She continued her wanderings, unsure of where she was going, until one day she decided to find another horse like her, one that wasn't like those of her past herd. She had no idea where to look, so she searched anywhere she thought a horse may be. She found a few, though they were at a stable, and that was not the life Coma wanted for herself, much as the other horses enjoyed their lives. She had two more foals in those years, though neither of them were like her Cim. The first, a filly was sired by a towering stallion with a most particular tail. He didn't glow, though his coloring was similar to her own. She stayed with him for a short time, though his temper forced her to move on. The resulting filly was much like her father and was sent to a different stable. Later, at the same place, Coma finally found what she had been searching for, another Hallucinogen. He was dark, like her, though his coat had some blue to it in addition to the green. The foal was another filly, though she came out premature and had to have constant attention that the humans were able to provide, so Coma left her in their care. She set of again, determined to find more like her- a wild Hallucinogen.


Well... that turned out quite a bit longer than I meant it to I may have gotten a bit carried away. This is, I think, the first time Coma's history has appeared on dA. I wrote a short version and uploaded it to another website, but not here. Anyone who reads it all deserves some sort of prize or something

Anyways. I think Coma is one of my favorite horses
I may be open to RP her if anyone is interested, just be warned that I'll be starting college soon so I may not be the quickest to respond.

Coma © =KwehCat

Here is the song she was named after, by Strata- [link]