~    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