~     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