~     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