~     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