~     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