~     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