~     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