~     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