~      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