~     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