~     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