~     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