~      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