~     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