~     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