~      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