~      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