~      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