~     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