~     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