~     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