~      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