~     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