~     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