~     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