~     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