~      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