~      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