~     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