~     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