~     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