~     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