~     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