~     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