~      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