~     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