~     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