~    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