~     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