~     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