~     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