~      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