Korhonen stared hard at the fungal being before him, which stared right back as if it were the abyss of a mirror here to remind him of what he is. The fleshed one had heard of such strange fungal copies before, but only in stories from before his cursed state. How they would copy everything about you, down to the movements.

The shroomy doppelganger copied his every move, his cold and unmoving stare that was more animalistic than sentient. Even mimicking his very much lacking breathing that is expected of the undead. It unnerved him, bothered Korhonen so deeply to see an exact, though much more mushroomy glimpse into he had become.

Small and skinny form. Head low from never feeling confident enough to have it held high. Cracked hooves from thundering all over various and umeven terrains of the undergrounds that he called his home. Mane and tail left overgrown as it dragged on the ground. It made him feel an emotion he had not felt in a long...long time.

Hatred.

Hatred for how low he has fallen, how little of him was that of a proud and strong breed. He was once strong and considered a great Courser. Now...he is but a skeletal shadow of what was once a horse of greatness. He stopped thinking rationally, the thoughts of the vampiric one only yelling at him to kill this foul reminder of how truly pathetic he has become. Korhonen cannot allow such a mocking visage of his disgusting being to stay alive as he lunged at it with a great animalistic scream. The doppelganger's soft mushy self ripped apart like butter with the cursed one's teeth and cracked hooves stomping down to reduce it to nothing but a mere stain on the floor.

Now. Only he would be standing, the visage that once stood before him a mushroomy mess on the ground under his feet. He cannot remember how low he has gone.

He must not. Remember.