~     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