~      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