~     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