~     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