~     sylveon      ~   
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
         countersense fairy    
      canine?                     
                          palliative? 
                                 
 appearance:  sylveon resemble dogs in   
  many ways,  with similar small  bodies 
    and faces. they  are small and  
      nimble, and with  white fur.  
                               
                                 
 the  most  striking feature is       
 their "ribbons",    long flat  feelers 
 that  they    use  to   bind    or  to 
 interface  with   the minds  of others 
                          
   the  ribbons play  a  large social   
    role  among  sylveons.           
   they  induce a sense of wellbeing, 
  and  can ease pain  if   applied    
 close to a wound.      it is thought 
 they feed off the  pain  of others     
                 this  way.    
                              
                              
      sylveon  are  great  partners 
 to  humans, but care should  be  taken  
 to  limit exposure  to   ribbons,     
  since with prolonged  contact       
  the  consciousnesses start  to  blend, 
 an   environment   in   which         
 the  sylveon is much  more  at  home,   
    and    it   will   take   advantage. 
                     
    medicinal                    
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 its   sap                        
         poison        putting 
 thoughts     into            
 not    killed.                     
   but  is    loyal    (lie!  lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 the nature  of  the coma depends on  the 
 intensity  of the  sylveon's  feeding.  
      you will  succumb  to  a    
        fast-growing  addiction    
  that leads to a submissive        
      and  sluggish   state     
                
  eventually  you will  slowly slip  
   into    a    long    slumber,   
  becoming      sap   in  the vines