~      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