~      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