~     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