~      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