~    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