~     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