~     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