~     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