~    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