~      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