~      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