~    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