~     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