~     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