~     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