~     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