~     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