~      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