~     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