~     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