~     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