~    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