~      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