~     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