~      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