~     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