~     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