~      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