~      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