Thread: Full Moon (Skeith x doctorwho27)

13th of November, 1886 London, England As rain beat down on the city of London, a large elegant carriage made its way towards the city center. The occupants of the vehicle were two adults. A husband and wife. The man was large, with thick sideburns and graying messy brown hair. A fitted tuxedo covered his body. A cane, decorated with a wolf's head for a handle sat in his hand. The woman wore a simple, but beautiful gown, a fox fur wrapped around her neck for warmth. November was always a cold wet month for London. Her red hair was tied neatly into a bun. As the carriage came to a halt, the two individuals stepped out onto the street. A thick fog had rolled in making it difficult for most to see. But not for them. They were special. The approached a large door, allowing themselves in without knocking. The sudden intrusion caused a servant to nearly jump out of her skin, but she meekly curtsied when she saw who they were. Master Vulgrim. With the weather so dreadful, we weren't expecting you this evening. She said quickly. The man turned to face her, giving an indignant 'hmph'. In response. Is my daughter in? He asked insistently. Y-yes, my lord. She is in her laboratory as we speak. Would you like me to take you to her? I know the way. He replied rudely. Without another word the man and his wife ascended the stairs, turning left at the landing to approach a large oak door. As the door was pushed open, a woman with snow white hair turned around to face it. Maria, I thought I made it clear that... She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her father. F-father, Mother... I had no idea that you would be visiting tonight. We aren't. The clan requests your presence. Your research has angered those with more power than I. He replied with a low growl. The woman swallowed hard before nodding. She removed her lab coat and put on her more traditional clothing. A set of masculine clothes and belting to pin down her bust. For the world to take her seriously as a scientist, she had to conceal her gender. Soon the carriage was bound for the building where the clan held its meetings. She stood before the elders, one of whom was her father, awaiting the punishment they would deem necessary for her practices. Your father tells us that you seek to cure lycanthropy. I am close my lords. If only a few more months than lycan's could rejoin humanity as equals and not as predators or rulers. If only... Her voice was suddenly cut off by a loud roar. Silence! The large man pushed himself up from his seat, glaring angrily at the woman. We are no disease to be cured. That you would hate what you are so strongly as to erase it from the world is sickening and a high betrayal to the den and your family. If you are so determined to masquerade as human... The court has agreed that you be wed to one. Perhaps there, you could find the peaceful existence you so crave, and no longer disgrace this den. M-marriage? My lords... This seems like an unfair ruling. Have I no say in who I am to wed? She looked about the room, before her eyes settled on her father. Father! I am sorry, my dear. But the ruling of the court is final. Bring in my son's new bride. He insisted. A couple of guards opened the door to allow some who were waiting beyond to enter. The woman whirled around to face the door, to see who or what she was expected to wed.