~     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