~     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