~     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