~      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