~     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