~      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