~      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