~      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