Hoof steps echoed trough the dungeons paths as the young Courser Savage made his way into the never ending Labyrinth that was laying beneath the ground.
He didnt knew how long he was already down there, it felt like hours and everythign jsut loked like the same, some old stone floors after the next, maybe some pillars here or there but nothing of great interest so far. Savage was already thinking of returning when he noticed a different lookign chamber at the end of the path. Cautiously he walked towards it and made sure there are no monsters hiding in it. As he entered the Chamber he could see that it was empty except the paintings on the wall. The young Horse stepped closer and tilted its head, he never has seen Depictions of Coursers like that, they seemed so out of proportion but yet where clearly identifyable as Horses, a whole little heard where galloping over the walls towards the exit.

Savage was wondering who did these paintings as he could not imagine that a courser would chose this kinda style to decorate the walls.
He scratched his belly with his hind hoof before sitting down and keep staring at the orange little horses on the walls, they may dont have great detail but where very fascinating.
Later as he decided to finaly return back home he had these little Horses on his mind the whole time back and he was sure to tell everyone about his findings once he was back.