~     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