~     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