~     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