~      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