~    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