~     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