~     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