~     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