~     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