~     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