~      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