~     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