~      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