~     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