~    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