[b]Byakko[/b]

Drane's search for wild Natrelmon to join his party would be far from normal. But some could say that it wasn't that surprising, given Drane's rather unusual life circumstances.

Drane would feel the presence of Byakko before he saw him, the Ruler of the Winds in a clearing just ahead of him. The wind swept around him playfully, pulling him slightly towards the White Tiger's current position. Of the Four Rulers, Byakko was physically the smallest, but his power was more than equal to either Genbu, Suzaku, or Seiryu. Each had near complete control over an entire scope of the natural world, giving them almost unrivaled power. It was rare for any of them to interfere with the mortal world. They generally had strict, non-verbal pact amongst each other to avoid pushing mortals into some kind of religious conflict - since there were many that prayed to them as deities. Of course, there were always exceptions to this. Providing none of them went overboard, they were able to nudge the mortals onto various paths that they wanted them on.

~Come to me mortal,~ Byakko said, mentally communicating with Drane, an inherent ability of all of the Legendaries. The tone was clear, a rather comical tone, like a cat would say to a toy if both could communicate to each other. ~We shall discuss your path.~

It was even rarer for Byakko to be on the western half of the continent, the domain usually under the guidance of Genbu, another unspoken agreement amongst them. But like their other pacts, there were always exceptions.