~     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