~     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