~     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