жылкы · horses · pixel portraits from Kara-Oi
The shiniest thing in Kara-Oi. In the evening sun she looks like she is made of the evening sun.
Grandmother's riding horse. Patient, a bit fat, opens the gate himself.
Pale like dry grass. Hides in the pasture. We find her by the bell.
He ambles! Both legs on one side, so smooth you can drink tea on him (I tried, I spilled).
Born in May 2025. Will be white when old, grandmother says. Now he is a grey potato.
Not ours, the neighbour's. Very proud. I drew him from the fence, he posed.
My first horse. Retired. Eats apples from my hand and pretends she doesn't know me.
The winged horse of the epics. Nobody has seen one. I drew it anyway, with Altyn's colours.
The black stallion of The Rider from Kenkol, the Ottuk western. 41 golden mares followed him over the pass. In the book.
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