~      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