~     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