~     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