~     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