~     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