~      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