~      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