~     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