<strong>Name</strong>: Kristina  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151638.msg6926262#msg6926262)<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Native<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>up in the tree's watching the new survivor's.<br/><hr/><br/>Kris kept her body still as she saw one of the men getting closer to her. he was wearing such strange clothing, why would he bother with hiding his face at night? She wondered watching him move closer and closer to her. Her own body wearing the natural clothing they could manage on the island. Her hair slicked back with mud still from her earlier hunting trip. Kris had gotten used to camouflaging her body specially her bright hair back when she was little. At first she wondered what the man was doing as he climb the other side of the tree she was in. She hide still as stone beneath the large leaves she pulled across herself.<br/><br/>As he climbed higher she realized he must be a hunter, but what was it he was after at this time of night? The only came worth catching at night was no where near the shores. Then she realized he must be trying to see anything he could. Kris tried to think figure out if he could see the village from where he was. Maybe the fires? But that was bad enough. Panic set in, as he didn't seem like the kind of man that would have the best intentions. Leaving the others to fend for themselves, putting on strange hunters clothes and already seeming to look for pray. Kris bit her lip, figuring she had to do something quick before he saw something he shouldn't.<br/><br/>Groaning lightly to herself knowing her plan was going to upset Dyami, and she would hear about it later. Kris's hand moved anyway the branch from her body in a way that allowed it to make noise to catch his attention. When he spotted her she'd run, lead him away from the village and lost him on the other side of the island. He'd be lost for a few days or so. Long enough to warn the others at the very least. Rolling over she looked up at him, wondering if maybe the boat sinking was his doing. Maybe he was some sort of invader? Kris looked up at him, sitting up she swung her legs below her to shake the branch she was on. It was like luring some of the birds out from their hiding place. Getting them just interested enough to look where you wanted so you could catch them off guard.<br/><br/>