~     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