~     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