~      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