~     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