~     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