Forshius

With one final lunge, it was over. Forshius' lifeless body thumps to the blood-soaked ground as snowflakes begin to slowly dance through the evening sun's last rays. What felt like more than just a few minutes was quickly over and done with. Even so, Alpha Snake used every last bit of strength he had and it was still a close call. Every marauder in the area had turned up to watch the two combaters, now that it was over most started to shy away, back to a safer distance. Before too many turned tail Alpha Snake had the choice to make a speech, make sure every marauder would know what happens when you cross the alpha. He decided not to. The less said the more uncertain they will be, and uncertainty leads to fear. They had all seen it, that will be more effective than words would ever be.
A few minutes pas before one of the guards finally have the courage to speak up.

"My lord, what should-" he hesitates for a moment, unsure if breaking the quiet air is a wise decision. "The body, my lord, shall we take it to the isle?" The alpha's gaze have full focus on the retreating marauders, if any one of them had the guts to challenge him in his weakened state, now's their chance. It takes all of his remaining strength not to quiver from exhaustion. Showing weakness, now, would end his reign over the tribe very swiftly.
As Alpha Snake's silence screeches on he takes note of a slight tremor coming from the guard who had spoken up, who asked him a question.
'He thinks his query was unwise. Good. Let him squirm a second more.'
Having Forshius' corpse dragged on to the center isle would be the wisest decision. Traitors all go there, and yet Alpha Snake doesn't like the idea of bringing Forshius there. He had grown more bossy over his raider pack than usual, putting him in charge of one probably wasn't the best choice Alpha Snake had made as of late. He had thought giving him an alpha-like position would calm his lust for power and let it settle settle there. It worked for a while, but leading raiders eventually weren't enough for him. Alpha Snake had seen Forshius growing all the more envious of the alpha power and wanted it for himself. No mater what Alpha Snake had done, it would always have ended like this. Still he feels somewhat responsible and can not let such a strong raider rot on the isle among traitors and weaklings.

"No," Alpha Snake finally answers the guard, who's tail had unwillingly found itself between the legs "give him a proper burial, but do so discretely." Making sure his voice sound strong, unyielding, with extra emphasis on the last word. The three marauder guards are taken aback by this request. When they do not move to take the corpse away immediately, Alpha Snake turns to them. Two long gashes cross his left eye, the other holds a fury of having to repeat himself. That look is all it takes for the cowering guards to snap out of it and in a panic rush to carry out their orders.

As they drag the corpse off, Alpha Snake spares one last look upon his old companion. Most of his scars will heal, but he knows he will never regain his eye. A reminder that friends; are dangerous to have.