~      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