~      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