~      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