Deesie was near her shack towards the middle of the island, where she had been stranded for years after the slaver ship she was trapped in crashed during a slave revolt. She sighed as she rubbed her pudgy stomach. "Deesie wonder if more people show? Deesie could use friend... Or snack..." She gave her gut a pat as she looked over towards some sounds she heard to her right. Quietly, she unsheathed her trusty bow, and ran towards the sounds. As she got closer, it started to sound like voices Perhaps some others had crashed on this island. Many have done so before and after she was stranded on here. She ate some of them, while helping others try to escape. It really all depended on her mood.  But once she could start making out the voices, she stopped and slid into the nearest bit of dense foliage, trying to hide herself so they couldn't see her.<br/><br/>((Hullo! Hope you guys don't mind my first post. If anyone's open for RPing, let me know.))