~      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