~     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