~     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