~     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