~      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