~     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