~      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