~     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