~     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