~     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