~     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