~     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