~      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