~     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