~      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