~     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