~    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