~    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