~     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