~     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