~      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