<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Hoshiko_for_wicked.jpg)</div><strong>Hoshiko</strong><br/><br/>Hoshiko had already given into her fatigue and boredom, having slipped under the covers, the bed unusually comfortable for what she still thought of as a prison cell. She awoke with a start when she heard the doors opening. The fox girl had indeed been expecting it to be morning, so when she glanced up and the room was still cloaked in darkness, she tilted her head and blinked to adjust her vision to the darkness.<br/><br/>Her heart pounded when the figure called her "Little one," as that was one of Roderick's favorite terms of endearment, but listening to the cloaked figure's voice she quickly realized it wasn't him. Still, he seemed to be concerned with her well being, although she had no way to know what his motives were.<br/><br/>"I'm coming, just need to get dressed," she whispered, quickly sitting up, her fox ears twitching in excitement as she reached for the white robe to cover her naked body. Once that was done, she stood up and gazed between what she could see of his face and what she was pretty sure was a bloody dagger.<br/><br/>"A murder? How dreadful," there was just a tinge of sarcasm in her voice, but she waited to see what the man would do next before she spoke any further.