~      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