~     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