~    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