~     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