~     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