~     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