~     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