~    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