~     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