~     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