~     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