~     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