~     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