Birds of their realm squawked, whispers of the Guardians below could be heard by all, and the sour smell of their nervousness filled the air as it always did upon their first awakening.Wol-itelm paced his home, waiting for word from the other Anasazi. He glanced over at Therbelenth, the Anasazi’s enforcer and all-seeing eyes. “Do we know what has caused the disturbance on this planet? I don’t like sitting here waiting when I have mates there.” A distant boom had him turning his head toward the large doors leading outside. “Cywdyn-qua has awoken and she’s not happy.” He smirked, knowing Cywdyn-qua, one of the few Anasazi females, loved her sleep. The last time someone had woken her up, her creative form of punishment had various worlds talking about it for centuries. Wol-itelm cupped his balls at the thought of such torment.Therbelenth stood and stretched his seven-foot frame. He glanced at Wol-itelm and tilted his head to the side, his long black and red hair covering part of his face.
