~     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