~     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