~     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