~      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