~    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