~      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