~      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