~     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