~     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