~      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