~     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