~     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