~     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