~      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