~      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