~      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