~     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