August Wordcount Tracking

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Okay, back on the horse.

Total August Wordcount: 2059 words

Posted! There's a place I've seen where the soul burns clean, chapter 1 (Founders' era Izuna Lives fixit)


IN PROGRESS:

• There's a place I've seen where the soul burns clean: 998 words
• sandbox ficlet collection, no title yet: 1061 words

Sneak Peeks:

>where the soul burns clean< 

The flat clack of a fingernail against his armor brought Madara back to himself, and he looked down to find Izuna’s drawn, bruised face tipped up to his, eyebrows creased in a frown that was trying to be thoughtful but Madara strongly suspected was covering for a post-mangekyō migraine.

 

“All clear?” he asked first.

 

Madara let his voice carry to the rest of the squad as he answered. “Mostly clear. Only a pair of Inuzuka near the borderlands, keeping their distance for now.”

 

The outrunners nearest that position flashed back signs of acknowledgment, shifting their spacing to better account for a possible human and ninken interlopers with a wordless discipline and fluidity that still gave Madara some satisfaction to see, even if it tasted like ash in his mouth after the near miss that he had been unable to prevent.

 

Izuna held his peace until Madara looked back down to him. “What did I miss?”

 

Madara raised his eyebrows, and he elaborated, “After I drew off the Senju. What happened?”

>Sandbox ficlets<

“Oops.”

 

“What do you mean ‘oops’ you can’t just say something like that disarming a trap and not-”

 

The grinding roar of compacting stone swallowed her words and then her team.

 

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Keikō woke to total darkness, unable to tell for a panic-stricken moment whether her eyes were open or closed, or...

 

She blinked hard, squeezing her eyelids shut and feeling them press against the surface of her eyes. Moving on, then.

 

She would swear that she’d heard voices when she was first waking up, but if anyone was in the same space as her now, they were silent. They might even be holding their breath (breaths?), because Keikō could make out no sound in the room besides her own heart pounding in her ears. She considered the risks, letting her eyes drift closed again and her body sag in the bonds keeping her wrists secured above her head to the stone wall at her back, playing at passing back out, and activated her sharingan.