@-Kiwi-Sage's blue eyes watched like a hawk from his area in the woods. He was perched on a high branch in a tree, his dark colors allowing him to blend in easily with the shadows of the trees all around him. His gaze raked the crowds in the nest, trying to find a cloudwing with black feathers. There were several cloudwings with black feathers, but he was looking for one with a resemblance to Vulture.
He spotted a group of young cloudwings playing and shook his head. Not him...too young. I need to get closer... He thought. Dropping from the branch, he glided closer to the nest. His mind was racing with ideas of how to sneak through the nest without being seen. Why do I need to not be seen... His thoughts whispered to him. His mouth turned up slightly and he leapt to the ground, still in the cover of trees. He dropped to all fours and slipped through the dark undergrowth. Making it to the edge of the nest, he spotted a black dragon near the edge of the nest and made his way over to him. The cloudwing was just examining some plants near the edge of the heavy forest and Sage locked eyes on his target. Slipping around to where the dragon was facing, he tensed and waited for the perfect moment. The Cloudwing grabbed some plants and turned to leave.
That was his chance.
Sage tore out of the forest holding a dragon muzzle in one claw. The cloudwing's head spun around and the eyes went wide as he realized what was happening.
But too late.
Sage clamped the muzzle and swiftly pulled out one of his pistol's with his other claw. The dragon's gray eyes filed with terror as he saw what had just muzzled him. Sage walked up to the frightened dragon and pointed the pistol at him. "Don't make a sound or you're dead."
The dragon nodded quickly and seemed to shrink as fear engulfed him.
Sage took a step closer and looked at the dragon's eyes. "Did you get to this nest just recently?"
Black feathers flew through the air as the cloudwing hastily shook his head no.
Continuing his stare at the dragon he asked another question, "Who was your mother?"
The cloudwing hesitated and then gestured to the muzzle. Without taking his gaze from the dragon, he loosened the muzzle but kept the pistol pointed at the dragon. "Now answer my question."
Rubbing his nose, the cloudwing peeped out, "My mother was a skywing, s..s...sir."
Nope.
"Have you heard of anymore black cloudwings who have entered one of the nests recently?" Sage's voice hissed out.
Standing a little taller, the cloudwing answered, "I heard there was a couple of new dragons in the Grebe's nest. Why do you need to know?"
"Where is that?"
"It's south of here." The cloudwing was gaining a little more confidence and stood taller, "Again, why do you need to know?"
With one swift motion, Sage rammed the butt of the pistol into the dragon's head and knocked him unconscious, but not enough to do terrible damage. With the dragon on the ground, Sage turned and left back into the woods.
South...ok. He took off in the direction the cloudwing had pointed out.
Again, Sage sat scanning the nest. He was pretty sure he was at Grebe's nest. He scanned the dragons walking outside. Spotting several cloudwings, he made his way closer to the nest. He got as close as he dared to the nest without being seen and waited. He picked a cloudwing and set his sights on it, prepared to wait until it made it's way over to the edge of the nest where he could speak with him.