~    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