~      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