~     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