~     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