~     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