<strong>Name:</strong>James MacEwan/Strongvoice<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Roof of MacEwan Investments Tower -> Top floor, Executive Offices<br/><strong>Time:</strong>12:00 am<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Kythia<br/><br/>The half moon. The mark of the eternal balance between the light and darkness. The Human and the Beast. The Calm and Peace. The untouched wilds and the land where Man walks. The light bathed on his shirtless form arms stretched and back bent to cover as much of his body without having to resort to laying on the helicopter pad at the top of the building. Minus one helicopter thanks to his father. One more thing he will have to earn himself. He breathed deep of the night air to try and catch some of the fresh air that he would take in during his time out in the Wilds. But the city seemed to be hungry for it and took it all away, leaving it only with the smell of faint fog, humans, late night food. Other wolves and their tribes might shun the city, but humans are as much a part of nature as the beaver who dams the river for their home. The kin should be respected as the beaver.<br/><br/>Though that doesn't mean he can't help direct their movements towards a more balanced path. He walked to the roof access with a smirk on his face as he thought back on it. He had already made public appearances for the candidate who showed the most potential for bringing about that balance. Introducing more means to 'Make Atro City Green' as he called it. Most of it may never come to pass, but some more parks and trees was his only goal. It may be small strips of land, but it still offered a place to appease the beast inside. Even if it was for a short time. He smiled as he thinks on it, pulling his tie up to his collar, his upper clothing all in place. His undershirt that could stretch to almost fit his largest transformation covered his chest that would normally only have a light layer of hair. Over that a clean white button up shirt that the tie went around the collar of. He went against the normal black tie that his father would wear to go with a dark blue. It isn't much of a difference but it kept him from looking like a stiff fed when he added the last piece, a black jacket with a small white cloth in the pocket that poked out in the shape of a triangle.<br/><br/>The last piece was a trademark of his tribe. Something to assure his clear sign as an Alpha. A large black trench coat with fur around the collar went around his shoulders. It made him appear larger than he was, though not larger than the beast inside of him. His arms did not go into the sleeves of the coat, instead it hung on his shoulders with his arms inside of it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The faint smell of burnt rag paper informed him of the tribute to the totem having been successfully given. He remembered once how someone had slipped out a hundred from the tribute before it was burned. It was normally kept in an envelope and his father had no reason to suspect his employees and pack mates from taking from it so it was never counted. But when the fire turned an unnatural black and the smell made it clear that it was wrong, father learned not to make the mistake again. And the thief learned that stealing is wrong. But stealing from an Alpha is just stupid.<br/><br/>He didn't waste time knocking before opening the door, greeting Kythia warmly. "Smells like the tribute went... Well?" His smile faded as he found the office empty. A look around confirmed this and brought his attention to the paper on her desk, facing the door for him to see. Taking it in his hand, he gives it a read as he walked around the desk and to the windows, letting the moon light stream onto the words. His lips moved silently as he read it. His hand moved to his jacket to pull out his phone. A speed dial later, he held it up to his ear, waiting for the ringing to stop so he could speak, ether it was voice mail or her on the other end. "I am disappointed that you think I need to be reminded of what not to show the bloodsuckers. I am a Storm Lord, I don't show weakness. I find it. Do not leave any loose ends when you solve the problem." He looked up to the moon as he spoke. The half form showing the truth of the world. Half easily seen to all, half hidden but to those who know it exists and dance between the two.