~     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