~     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