~     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