>>10372689>>10372700Duna returned to her beach, a smile on her face as she stepped out onto the sand, wiggling her toes in it as she looked out to the sea. The sun was beginning to set, the last rays of the day spreading out over the evening sky. It was nice, and after spending the day in the gym, Duna was ready to relax a little bit, and take one last long way along the shore before she headed back home. As she began to head down the beach though, moving toward where the surf was lapping at the sands...
>"OW! What the fuc--">>10345738Her expression grew angry again as she felt herself step on something...sharp. Something pointed. As she looked downward to see what she had stepped on, the white-haired wrestler's anger began to slip from her face. Her expression grew confused at first, then shocked as the realization hit her. That white shell. Those claws. It only took a moment for Duna to realize what she was looking at, what the mangled remains that she had stepped on were, and she was *not* happy about it.
Whipping out her phone again, Duna brought up Tweetstagram one more time, turning on her live feed as she began to rant into the camera, not even waiting for it to connect before she began running her mouth.
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