~     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