~      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