~     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