~     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