~     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