~     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