~     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