~    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