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The lull of the bullhead's engines droned as it sliced through the mid- morning air. Its pilots kept it on course a coastal city near Vale, their surveying eyes scoping the land ahead.
They were on a usual goods run with a huntress acting as support for any avian grim that choose to attack. The said young woman was sitting in the cargo hold of their bullhead.
Clad in a white cape, that hid her lithe but athletically built body, locks of black hair that became red at the tips were seen sticking out of her hood which draped over her head.
Silver eyes seemed to stare hopefully at a family image of her with her daughters, Ruby and Yang, sitting on her and her husband's lap staring excitedly towards the camera. Her husband on the other hand tried to sneak a kiss on her cheek.
The woman chuckled remembering that day, however her reminiscing of the past was abruptly cut short by the bullhead shuddered roughly beneath her feet, and rear. Having a bad feeling about this unexpected turbulence. She unbuckled her seat belt and made her way to the cockpit where she heard the muffled curses and warnings from over strained systems.
"DAMN IT NEAL!" The woman heard one of the pilot's shout when the plane once again shook, but this time far worse. To the point where she had to grab hold of a handrail above her to keep her balance. Seeing that standing by the cockpit door would do nothing in getting answers. The woman rode through one more bout of turbulence, before knocking on the door and entering it a moment later when she heard an "enter" mixed in among the lines of curses. "I TOLD YOU THIS WAY IS CURSED." The one in the pilot seat barked at the wolf faunas sitting in the co-pilot's seat.
"OH, FUCK OFF MATE!" Was the barbed retort from the faunas as he made the gesture for the woman to sit on the jump seat located on the pilot's side of the bullhead. "It's not my fault there had been reports of a swarm of lacier grim in our usual route, and secondly I thought you didn't believe in the Bermuda Triangle."
"Like hell I believe that bull," Snapped the pilot as he evaded a bolt of lightning that came far too close for comfort. The woman knew that a cloud like that shouldn't be able to produce lighting. "Shit, way too close." The pilot cursed as he flipped a few switches and eased the throttle back to lessen the buffeting, but the woman with seasoned instincts screamed for her to brace.
Not taking her instincts for granted. she braced herself in her seat after making sure the belts were tight around her body. She looked up just in time to see the myth of Bermuda Triangle stay true to its name as a blue flamed portal, similar to her friend's semblance appeared before their bullhead far too close for the pilots to react in time.
"I'm sorry girls… I won't be coming home tonight." The woman thought as she shut her eyes and braced for the unknown, her only worry being for her daughters.