~      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