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Date Posted: 13:08:27 09/23/01 Sun
Author: Azeraj
Subject: Practice...

She decides to review her self-heal. Nearly doubling over, she slices the tendon completely with her fangs. Creating a mental block to the pain, a useful trick she had aquired, she focuses on the tendon, reweaving every cell, binding it firmly together. She repeats it, until the process is so familiar to her she can remerge damaged tissue without much effort at all. Then, she bites down on her front leg, and sets her mind to re-knitting the bone, guiding the fragmented shards back into place, then partially dissolving the edges and reforming the bone. Again practicing until she has the process down as near instinct, she then slashes her flank with her fangs, leaving a series of deep gouges in her hide. She guides the edges together with her mind, bonding the two edges into one. She slices her foreleg, and the wound closes up quickly. She repeats it enough so that now, if she so wished, she could convince the wounds to close up instantly. Walking over to one of the sharper crystals in the cave, one she had left growing out of the floor just for this purpose, she gouges her throat on the stone, cutting both her jugular vein and her wind-pipe all at once. Carefully guidingthe blood from her lungs, she swiftly closes both up again, reweaving the intricate system of veins in her throat. Temporarily satisfied, she leaves the cave.

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