~     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