~    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