~     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