~     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