~     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